our made up story
 

Ok jan said something about making up a story and we all add a sentence or 2- i thought that sounded like fun- so here we go....

Ok -starting it is the hardest part!!

High on a cliff near a small coastal town was a cute cabin nestled in the trees. A young single woman lived there all alone with her secret life.



Ok gals is that a good start?

She was a beautiful woman with startling blue eyes, blonde hair, a plus size figure and she was sitting on the porch of her cabin looking out into.....

the deep blue sea. Her thoughts trailed off to a time when.....

she had traveled far away from here...some where no one knew about....not even her....

Las Vegas. There she found a job dancing, late into the night for men who dreamed of her volumptous and seductive curves. The pay was good and the tips were making her bank account grow fast. Soon she could embark on her adventure.

She stockpiled her money made from being top dancer. There were rumors about her after hours employment. No rumors could ever be proven about the voluptuous blonde bombshell, besides, this sort of thing was legal in PARTS of Nevada anyway.

The maps to foreign lands were strewn across the seductress' round bed in her boudoir while she was finishing packing. Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. She slowly opened the door a crack and her eyes grew huge as she saw.....

George Clooney! He strode boldly into the room, stared her up and down, and reaching out to her he gentle grasped a lock of her hair and looking deep into her eyes whispered "come with me - now- to my private island".

Thinking she had died and gone to heaven she asked George why her? Why did he want her to go with him to his private island when he could have anyone he wanted? He told her....

remember when we first met....a long time ago...it was a clear blue sky and a cool breeze and you and I walked hand in hand and felt the sand between our toes...if only we had not gone.....