“We’re talking six-foot-five of prime beefcake, white butt cheeks gloriously resplendent in the morning sun.” “Okay, but when you say ‘naked man,’ are we talking elderly pal who forgot to put on his pants, or-” “And why is he naked? Are you in a naturist resort?” “Is that why we’re whispering?” she asks. “There’s a naked man outside the hut next door,” I say, talking on the phone with my best friend, Lana. To all of us who ever dreamed of going on a treasure hunt one day… Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favorite eBook retailer and purchase your own copy. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. No part of this eBook may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express permission in writing of the author. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.Īll rights reserved. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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