Nancy Townsend
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The Governor's Bride
The pirate ship appeared on the horizon like a tease. Caroline stood at the water's edge, collecting clams in her hiked up skirt, her toes tickled by the sultry water. Her husband craved them, sucking the clams down with a relish that was oddly sexual. She abhorred the squinch of the soft, rubbery clam bodies against her teeth even more than the taste.
By Nancy Townsend5 years ago in Humans
The Dinner Cruise
Jeff watched her walk down the steel gangplank, her shoes tapping hard as if she was in a rush. She slipped a little as she stepped off the end. He wondered at a woman who would wear high heels on a dinner cruise. Not just because of the damage to the decks, but the rocking if the waves got a little rough out on the bay. Clearly, she had overdressed.
By Nancy Townsend5 years ago in Humans
