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Post by rue charmaine mclean on Jan 12, 2011 20:12:40 GMT -5
THE EARLY DAWN WAS A PIERCING TIME. RUE WOKE UP EARLIER THAN MOST. THOUGH A BUDDING TEEN AT FOURTEEN YEARS OF AGE, SHE DIDN'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH WAKING UP SOONER THAN MOST. IN FACT, SHE ENJOYED IT. SO AS THE TIPS OF A DIM GRAY MORNING BLED IN THIN LINES OVER THE HORIZON, RUE WAS ALREADY UPON THE BEACH.
TO MANY, IT WOULD BE A SHAMEFUL SIGHT. RUE WAS IN STUNNINGLY TINY WHITE DENIM SHORTS, WITH A THIN TANKTOP ABOVE IT. HER AUBRUN HAIR FLAILED AROUND HER HEAD, THE MORNING'S KERATIN CREATION MASHED INTO A MESSY BUN. AS RUE CAME CLOSE TO THE SHORE, SHE DIPPED HER TOES IN. IT WAS WINTER, AND THE SHORE'S WATERS WERE FREEZING. OUTSIDE THE WATER WAS FREEZING. BUT WITH HER FATHER BEING THE SUN GOD, RUE HAD COLLECTED AN UNDENIABLE INNER WARMTH. HECK, IF IT WAS THE ONLY THING HER FATHER HAD GIVEN HER, IT WAS AN UNUSUAL INNER FIRE THAT SHE CARRIED WITH HER WHENEVER. SO IT WASN'T EVEN SLIGHTLY PAINFUL AS RUE SLIPPED OFF HER CLOTHING AND IMMERSED HERSELF DEEP UNDER THE WATER WEARING ONLY A SPORTS BRA AND THE BOXER PANTIES THAT HAD LAID BENEATH A LONG SWEATSHIRT AND SHORTS.
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