The shiny red Integra glided through the late morning weekday traffic on the Balboa Peninsula.The shiny red Integra glided through the late morning weekday traffic on the Balboa Peninsula. The cool sea air blowing through the sunroof and windows left Karen Eliot's flaming red hair trailing in the sportster's slipstream. A rock'n'roll CD blasted from her stereo. Tapping the tunes with her fingers on the steering wheel she smoothly approached her beach house. The music and engine died at the same instant. Karen reveled in the salty sea air and the calls of the gulls as she strolled across the carport. She never regretted her decision to live at the beach. Karen pulled her black halter top over her head and dropped it next to the mail on the counter. The light nipples on her pert breasts began to harden. She reviewed the letters that she'd just collected from her mail drop as she stepped out of her shorts and panties. She sniffed the g-string before dropping it the nearby pile of clothes. She was wet. Settling on the bar stool she reached for the stash. Karen rolled herself a slender doobie as she listened to the messages on her phone machine. Lighting the fragrant Thai weed, she opened the long awaited answer to a zine ad. She examined the brochure which broadly sketched what she expected. |