• The water trickled down her golden, shimmery forearms as she pushed herself out;
    Her head pulled back in singsong laughter that filled the air with warmth.

    The baby gurgled and giggled in the grass lightly grasping the drool covered set of plastic colorful keys.
    The ants crawled over the plastic play things in the dirt, searching and smelling for something to eat.

    Her legs slipped up from the water like a glittering diamond gift from a hidden sleeve;
    Her blazing white teeth against the contrast of her skin reflected just as brightly from his auburn tinted sunglasses.

    Sweat glistened down his neck, his pulse raced, and he flushed unknowingly.
    He knew this was the woman he loved and the woman he thought of with every new girl.

    She jumped down from the ladder onto the grass, the water flying off of her glowing skin.
    It was summer time and the smell of chlorine and roses filled the backyard of play sets and family life.

    Her slick, deep blue, seal like bathing suit hugged her perky body as she walked towards him and the baby.
    She laughed again putting the sweetest song birds to shame.

    Nails painted red, her fingers slid under the baby's chubby, pale armpits and lifted him.
    The muscles of her fit, tight arms contracted and pulled as she drew the baby against her hip and close to her chest.

    He pushed himself up in his chair because he knew she was coming to him.
    The muscles of his more fit and more tight arms contracted boldly, strongly, as if to show off.

    Her long slinky legs drew her closer to him with every step,
    Her clean, white teeth drawn into a genuine smile.
    The baby with no teeth smiled too, knowing this was a welcome to the man.

    She lazily plopped into his lap, the movement pulling the baby back to his chest.
    His tightened, bronzed arms wrapped around them both and his lips met hers.

    Saliva mixed between both mouths, and sometimes tongues.
    The most gentle touches were placed here and there with love and appreciation.

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    The tight, cinnamon body lay in the grass.
    The baby, uncomfortable, cried for comfort.

    Those bold, strong arms let go of her.
    He held only his memories of her with him deep inside.
    And he hoped she of them.

    He kissed her one last time: his saliva mixed between their mouths, sometimes his tongue.
    The most gentle touches were placed here and there with love and appreciation.

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    The only way she could live with the monster was to never live.
    The only way he could live with his monster was to only let her live.
    All she carried with her was their memories of a happy family.
    All he carried with him was his memories of the way they jerked and lifelessly held on.
    He knew he didn't want her to be one of those.
    He knew what he wanted to give her:

    Only the happiest moments she would ever live
    encase the monster would find her too.