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Click here"Just trying to keep up with you," Rhonda said as the reached the center of her yard.
The rain had stopped and the skies had cleared, allowing a splendid view of the heavens as they looked straight upwards through the surrounding trees. The air was heavy with moisture, which provided cooling relief to the oppressive heat of the night.
"So spectacular," Gino said as he stood behind Rhonda, his eyes follwing hers to the skies for their personal view of the heavens.
"It looks like you can see forever on nights like this," Rhonda said, leaning back into Gino's arms.
"You can see as far as you want to," Gino answered, kissing the top of Rhonda's head as his arms enveloped her. "Sometimes you can see everything you could ever ask for, right in front of you.
Rhonda smiled and rubbed the back of her head into Gino's shoulder as he nuzzled gently into her neck. The night was still, and nature had gone to sleep with the exception of the occasional calling of a night creature back in the woods.
The view was just as magnificent as ever, but to Rhonda the universe didn't seem nearly as vast and intimidating as it had before. Maybe - just maybe, unlike times when she come out here and would gaze up alone, she might never look up and feel so overwhelmed and insignificant again.
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Thank you for visiting Rhonda's Garden. I hope that you enjoyed the story, and I give thanks to the real world Rhonda, the charming and beautiful woman who inspired the tale.
A couple of margaritas, then shots. What happened to ordering pizza?
I saw your gracious comments on some of my stories and decided to look you up and saw that you write also and happened to click on this. Incredible. Erotic and funny, so much so that I didn't want it to end. Great job.
Wicked cool, that is. Right, furryfan o' mine? I used to always just say cool until I started vacationing in Maine. It was there that I picked up the wicked part.
Oh, and I love the story about me and my hairy guy! But then how could I not when it was written just for me?
... the woman that inspired the story uses that phrase repeatedly, which is why it ended up in the story. It was new to me too, but then again, Rhonda is awesome!
Thanks to everybody who has responded to my story anon, both here and by e-mail!
furryfan.