72. Curve.

He could rhapsodize about her body for hours. When they were apart her silhouette was ingrained in his mind and he could recall it in an instant. It sent him into a flushed state, simmering and aching to lay his eyes on her again. He left her frustrated, his eyes lingered when she wanted him to touch. But this was his fetish, and she struggled to determine if she wanted to remain it’s subject.

71. Legs.

She had her youth as her mask. It was what she used to hide her many
lifetimes from prying eyes. The experiences were hers alone and she
drew on them as needed for the situations she found herself in, most
of them, not pretty. But she always clambered out unscathed, rosy
and dewy in rebirth.

70. Cowboy J.

He couldn’t figure out why his mother believed it. To him it was a good story, as a good as the Westerns he was allowed to watch at 4 o’ clock. If Jesus came on TV it might convince him into believing too. His 9-year-old mind conjured up visions of Jesus riding into a dusty town, swinging through the saloon doors and asking who was in charge. He decided then and there, it would always be him. He would be the captain of his soul.

69. The Guide

Everyone thought she was a wallflower and she had believed it. Sometimes a part of her personality exposed itself as she shrugged off the shy one. She discovered she could connect and guide others. To the point where it not only surprised them, it shocked and scared the heck out of her. But she couldn’t help it. It wouldn’t be long before her inner desire for a larger audience would be fulfilled.