Post by Whisper Jones on Jun 3, 2008 21:16:24 GMT -5
Swimsuit
Shoes
It was dusk on a Friday, and here Whisper was, on the beach alone, walking through the sand, shoes in her hands. Sure, she hadn't told her parents she was going to the beach, but Anne and Derek didn't care if she came in late, so she wasn't about to head home yet. Her clothes were in a folded pile in her car in the parking lot which was just in visble range.
She had just finished swimming not too long ago, her hair was wet and beads of water were slipping down her abs. Grains of sand were sticking to the bottoms of her feet. Whisper didn't mind. She continued on with her walk. She tripped over absolutely nothing and smacked into somone.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" said Whisper, picking herself off the ground, sandals still in hand.
Shoes
It was dusk on a Friday, and here Whisper was, on the beach alone, walking through the sand, shoes in her hands. Sure, she hadn't told her parents she was going to the beach, but Anne and Derek didn't care if she came in late, so she wasn't about to head home yet. Her clothes were in a folded pile in her car in the parking lot which was just in visble range.
She had just finished swimming not too long ago, her hair was wet and beads of water were slipping down her abs. Grains of sand were sticking to the bottoms of her feet. Whisper didn't mind. She continued on with her walk. She tripped over absolutely nothing and smacked into somone.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" said Whisper, picking herself off the ground, sandals still in hand.
