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Subject: {ASSM} {Blanket-Flash}{EZ} Eyes
Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2003 20:10:08 -0500
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Flash fiction is 300 words or less.

This is my story. Don't use it without permission.

Copyright 2002, 2003  by E. Z. Riter (ezriter@hotmail.com)

EYES

By Ezra Zane, Edited by Ruthie

The beach was deserted at sunrise except for a tent at the south end. We
threw down our gear and headed toward the ocean.

Brick said, "Jesus. Look at that."

Two women in bikinis walked toward us from the tent. One golden blonde. One
raven-haired. Long-legs. Easy walk that said "I am so hot."

And tits. God, what tits. Oh, Jesus. Pamela Anderson would be green with
envy.

Brick and I are buff studs, but Casey's a nerd with a body like a stick.
"Stand back, Casey," I said. "The men are going to work."

Brick added, "You might spend the day alone, Casey."

Straight toward us. I flexed when they were close. They passed between us.
Tits brushed my arm. Brick and I said, "Hi," but they didn't speak.

They looked as good going away. They stopped, lowered their sunglasses, and
walked back. The blonde leaned into Brick.

"What color are my eyes?" she asked.

"Huh? Shit, I don't know."

"How about you, stud," the blonde said, leaning into me so my hard dick
jabbed her crotch.

"Blue," I guessed.

She smirked and went to Casey, who swallowed hard.

"What color are my eyes?"

"Brown. Not dark brown. Lighter with a hint of gray, like the Mohave in
winter just before the sun sets."

The brunette said to Casey, "What color are my eyes?"

"Light green. Almost transparent, like a close-in wave when the sun shines
through it."

They removed their glasses and Casey was right-on.

They each took his hand and led him toward their tent. They stopped and the
brunette said, "Don't wait for him. We'll bring him home when he's tired of
us."

Brick summed it up. "Well, shit. Who knew they had eyes."

The End

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