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2009-07-11 12:37 pm

The Middle

Starting at the beginning has never worked out for me. I get the facts down, a bit of bones tweaking and then suddenly I am snagged on a detail. How do I connect there with here? Aye, there's the rub.

She always liked boys. Even when she was kissing and feeling up girls she had boys on her mind. Boys with hard bodies hidden beneath soft, loose clothing, boys with skin that burned like sunwarmed leather. Girls felt too soft, too milky, too pliable. The skin of a man with its smells and tastes and textures, yes, that is what she always wanted.
When she was fourteen... )