Randy Wilson

deep blue. Her face, eyes, and body had so intrigued him he’d secretly taken hundreds of pictures of her, all of which were safely on his computer, and he had viewed them many times over during the last months in anticipation of this day. Her name was Coco Devereaux, and he knew from his extensive research of her she was near her twenty-fifth birthday. The girl’s full lips were exquisitely shaped and very inviting. They turned up at each side of her mouth giving her a look of constant amusement. Bill could not resist bending to kiss her inviting lips as the subtle perfume she wore wafted pleasantly up to him from her warm body. "My pretty Coco, you’re mine at last." Bill spoke her feminine sounding name, then shoved it from his mind. She could only