He took her to his special place; to the spot where Nature’s fog and manmade lights, played purplish games over still dark waters.
He kissed and licked her neck.
She closed her eyes, grinded her silk-clad breasts against his chest, and breathed in the delicious musk that oozed out of his being. She thought he had a killer smile, and strong hands that could do anything.
He proved her right, on both counts.
Her strangled body decays in Misty Lake.
The photograph was courtesy of Doug Hickok.
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