And though his own heart beat because of electrical impulses, and metaphorically beat for Rebecca, seeing the wind ripple through Bessie’s hair brought forth the slightest twinge of regret. Ok XXX The End. He looked all sexy like, like a dramatic shot from the movies. His only hope. Wan Pablo understood. From the menaces of everyday life. Thirty five seconds later, Wan Pablo found himself trekking up the hill again to meet his love. Except for Rebecca who died of sexually transmitted Cow Flu two days later. Shot and missed. He peered down into her bright blue eyes. The two sat together, perched on bench overlooking over a white sandy beach and ocean. And whispered those three words that every girl dreams of hearing:
“Wanna fuck?”
Rebecca’s mouth fell agape with astonishment.
