Discipline/Standard/Width

"Oooh,Kat,"Andre sighed,"Why are you dong this?I am just finding happiness,again."

She touched her ski hat,"Most people don't have the discipline to implant a ferroelectric film into their hat,but it just has to be a standard width."Then she leaned close,"Once I did it,the 'influence' stopped immediately."

Plus/Aisle/Few

Kat always looked pretty much the same to Andre-plus or minus a few pounds(which looked nice either way on her).She grabbed him by his jacket,and pulled him into the gum/candy aisle,"The whole world's poisoned,"she half whispering in a semi-panic,"People from the future poisoned me,to stop loving you."

Cycle/Divide/Driven

Driven apart by a cycle of in dependency and fear,both Andre and Kat both regretted the breakup.But both were too stubborn and heartbroken to stop it.They each had crossed a line in the sand that would divide them apart,and tear them asunder.

Entertained/Wade/Fabric

Andre was usually entertained by the wide variety of people that would wade in and out of the 'Speedway'.College kids,yuppies,blue collar,the unemployed.So he was surprised when he literally bumped into someone.

It was Kat!The Kat that he had loved more then anything.The Kat that he hadn't seen in over five years! She was wearing a wool fabric knit-grunge style-ski cap over her straight,curled in at the bottom,black hair.This he saw second.The first thing he saw behind a pair of turquoise framed eyeglasses,were her deep,big,most beautiful on Earth,blue eyes

Sunken/Tale/Certain

Certain that this tale has sunken as low as it can get,we move it along to an hour and a half into the future.Andre is pulling his black GMC pickup into the neighborhood 'Speedway' for his morning cup of coffee...

Left/Microphone/Lemon

Ravyn was into it now,big time.She was gyrating her hips up and down and to the left and right.She was getting very hot and wet.Her hands were caressing his hair,ears and shoulders.She was trying to pull him up,but Andre was having none of that"Come on big boy.I want to squeeze your lemon...mmmm....suck on your microphone..Oooh,yess,the...there,mmmmm."

Cone/Scent/Strand

One whiff of her hot,erotic scent seemed to melt every single strand of his DNA into hers.He kissed her around her fuzz,and then he went on slowly onto her inner thighs,kissing her-peck after peck.Andre flickered his tongue back and forth quickly up the length of her,stopping at her nub.

Andre's mind shook with delight.He had not had this much pleasure licking something since he was an 8 year old licking an ice cream cone.

Glimpse/Dry/Level

He left her breasts and started kissing down her torso-her ribcage,her belly,her hip bones.As he went lower,Andre inhaled her.He felt high-his senses at a heightened level.He felt intoxicated as if she were a fine bottle of a high priced dry Chardonnay...aaahhh,and then he finally got a glimpse of what he had come for:-)

Hidden/Listen/Explore

He was in no hurry to explore her hidden treasure.Andre kissed her and kissed her and kissed her some more-kissing her under and around her boobies.He wrapped his lips around a nipple and sucked.He flicked his tongue vigorously against and around it;then twirled and breathed in-feeling it harden and grow.

It turned him on to listen to her moan.It excited him to pleasure her.