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A
month has passed since Annabell left home.She was lying on the bed at her
boyfriend Brad and she was thinking of a man she met. He was a stranger
called Mr DayDreamer who invited her for a lunch. With his big white auto
Mr DayDreamer looked like a millionaire. There was something enigmatic in
his behaviour. He was polite and rough at the same time. ”But does it
matter?! He has already gone” thought Annabell. ”But why did he speak
about that island so much. An island where can be found the most beautiful
garden in the world?!”
Suddenly Brad entered the room. He was the only friend of Annabell since
she’d left home and it was the only shelter too. He was a real bohemian
who enjoy eating, drinking and sex. ”Are you bored?” asked and took out
suddenly a bottle of champagne. Annabell run out to the pool and with Brad
on her track.
They
pulled our wet clothes from their wet bodies. The water filling them up,
stroking their skin as if to calm and stimulate all at once. They were
were wide eyed and ecstatic. They had sex with their eyes, their hands,
their mouths. eyes, connecting in astonishment, recognition, understanding.
Hands like lily pads, fingers white and pink petals pirouetting across
skin, their own, someone else's. They ate each other as meals. Nibbled
like corn on the cob, licked like sorbet, devoured like pizza, taking the
tips into their mouths first. They slurped each other like beer.
Oh
yes. It was Annabell’s first birthday far away from home where she left
her past forever. She was happy and satisfied. She felt she had just
started a new life yesterday when she got into that car. In the night she
dremt of a mysterious man who spoke about a secret garden. In that garden
there was a tree with a purple fruit on it. Annabell tasted it and...
To be
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