Blue sky, warm sun. Birdsong, wind whispers. Softly waving grass, long enough to hide all sins and pleasures. A day to welcome sleep. And love.
Cool hands on warm bodies. Shivers, tremblings. Sweet breath on faces, hands on thighs and breasts, sweeter still.
The day cools. The watchful sun turns his face.
In the growing dusk, Karen and Amy walk home. Together.
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