It's a Matter of Taste

Even camping with Hank, Louise takes care of her skin. Wash, pat dry, apply honey-avocado moisturizer.

Ahhh, sleeping bag, warm and soft. Pines whisper a lullaby. She dreams a prince, a kiss,warm, wet . . . and breath like rotted garbage.

Black-olive eyes buried in brown-fur face against hers, rough tongue probing, licking bear.