At the pool the other day there were acres of old women with perpetual tans on large freckled chests - their hair shellacked into place by fake French hairdressers, never allowing it (God forbid) to touch the water, sleeping without putting their heads down lest they shatter the do's like so much Venetian glass.
There were nose jobs and liposuction and facelifts so extreme the ears almost touched in back - the overall effect bizarrely sexy in the same way you might find Yvonne deCarlo on the Munsters sexy; women fighting off old age and, on the surface, winning, but I wonder if they doth protest o'er much, their fear a little too bare in the scar-revealing harsh overhead sunlight.
welcome. if you are new, you may want to go right to the cast page to catch up on who's who. then author - which tells you something of me - and chapter one which begins the story. enjoy the experience.
city parks, libraries, Tim Rice and Andrew Lloyd Webber, the color orange, dragons, faeries, Asimov mysteries, sailboats, swing dancing, the ocean, and a summer night so warm you can stand naked on a hilltop reaching for the stars
politicians, lawyers, rap music, drunks, litterbugs, bad drivers, inconsiderate people, laziness, dishonesty, dirt, and store clerks who put the coins on top of the bills