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Beyond the high, pumic-stone wall and below the steep cliff-side, the surf roared in great sweeps of white foam against the rocky shore-line, the blue waters of the Pacific sparkling like a sea of priceless gems beneath the brilliant California sky. On an inflated rubber raft, bound by the azure-colored tiles of her heart-shaped swimming pool, the curvaceous blonde girl with the long shapely legs, though aware the view was all there gave it little thought. As always, it was the soothing sound of the pounding surf and not the sight which tranquilized her. In fact, the vast ocean in its incessant anger actually upset her, but then, it wouldn’t take much to do that this bitchy midday, she irately thought.
Idly floating atop the breeze-stirring, crystal clear water, Eve Novak lay stretched out on her back, wide-brim hat shading her half-closed green eyes, a cooler glass filled with ice, gin and tonic resting wetly against the satiny skin of her sun-tinted, flattened belly. From beneath the brim, she could look down between the rounded white mounds of her naked breasts, following the sleek, symmetrical lines of the sexy, tanned legs to her tiny feet with their daintily pedicured, clear-polished nails where the sun reflected in scintillating glimmers. These she concentrated on for a few wasteful moments in an effort to escape the fuming bitterness the young boy had left with her when he had just up and walked out some hour or so before.
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