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Ginny! Ginny!
Get this book! “Emeline and the Memory of Water” by G.H. Vancock...Read This!
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Looking into the mirror, the girl brushed out her long golden brown hair, parted the crown into six sections twirling each and fastening it down with a glittery, clear-plastic butterfly clip. She brushed on black mascara lengthening the each tiny hair so it stood out on her tanned flesh. Her eyes go-light green, sparkly white, and shimmering looked back at her. She opened her mouth and pulled lipstick, Pink Flamingo Sunset, across each lip. A sapphire blue sleeveless sheath dress covered a black silk slip and stretch lace panties, black, no bra.
She was pathetically nervous. This, her first blind date. One arranged by her sister-in-law. She had spoken to HIM sixteen times, making arrangements, getting to know him a bit. He was an English professor, celebrated author 8 years earlier, never married, no children. “I have unusual taste.” he said but didn’t explain beyond mentioning two Modigliani’s, a Calder, fried turkey with gravy, and leather pants.
“My zipper is broken.” she said to him when he requested that she wear them. She didn’t mention that the unbridled hunger of another man had ripped the teeth right out of the pants. That man promised her a new pair since that was his taste.
When she opened the door to the hotel room the video camera didn’t bother her. That was her taste. And apparently his as well.
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I took it to the beach and I ended up so steamy, my insides stung bumble bee-hot with sheer lust, that I plunged my hand into my plastic cup of water and ran the tubular ice cubes over my legs. Whew!
I think I will suggest this one to the book club. Wouldn’t it make the perfect read for January?
Want my copy when I am finished?
Martha