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Waves lapped against the sandy shore of a small island. The land, completely surrounded by the vast ocean was no more than a few miles across. Near the shore was a two story house, built in the style of a cozy cabin. Standing outside on the beach, an elderly man sat on a beach chair, a magazine in his hands. Various photographs of beautiful scantily clad women covered the pages, posing in aluring ways. A content smile crossed his face as his eyes scanned over the women. Not far from him, the warm breeze blew a small measure of sand over him, irritating his eye. When he brushed the debris from his reddening eye, he glanced out at the sea. How long had it been now since he had visited West City? Hundreds of miles across that body of water was a large thriving city, full of exotic beauties just waiting to be wooed off their dainty feet.
Ah, but, young ladies had no interest in an aged old man like him. The thought made his heart sink. Curse the ravages of time. All these years of near solitude were almost enough to drive a man mad. Fortunately, the occasional visits were enough to keep him sane. Getting supplies and news of the outside world was always wonderful. Of course, getting to see his only living relative was also a pleasure. The next visit wasn't for another day, but, he couldn't help but feel that something was coming. His own little paradise would soon be pervaded by strangers. His intuitive nature was seldom wrong, and the nightmares he'd been having lately were akin to ill omens and deathly premonitions.
"Oh, dear. I wonder. Just what is it that the future brings? Something wicked no doubt. Hopefully not too soon. I only just got this month's issue of "Bayside's Busty Beauties." I can't afford to get distracted until I finish it."
A dreamy grin formed as he sank back into his chair, glancing at the magazine in his hands before closing it, letting it drop to the sand below.
Waves lapped against the sandy shore of a small island. The land, completely surrounded by the vast ocean was no more than a few miles across. Near the shore was a two story house, built in the style of a cozy cabin. Standing outside on the beach, an elderly man sat on a beach chair, a magazine in his hands. Various photographs of beautiful scantily clad women covered the pages, posing in aluring ways. A content smile crossed his face as his eyes scanned over the women. Not far from him, the warm breeze blew a small measure of sand over him, irritating his eye. When he brushed the debris from his reddening eye, he glanced out at the sea. How long had it been now since he had visited West City? Hundreds of miles across that body of water was a large thriving city, full of exotic beauties just waiting to be wooed off their dainty feet.
Ah, but, young ladies had no interest in an aged old man like him. The thought made his heart sink. Curse the ravages of time. All these years of near solitude were almost enough to drive a man mad. Fortunately, the occasional visits were enough to keep him sane. Getting supplies and news of the outside world was always wonderful. Of course, getting to see his only living relative was also a pleasure. The next visit wasn't for another day, but, he couldn't help but feel that something was coming. His own little paradise would soon be pervaded by strangers. His intuitive nature was seldom wrong, and the nightmares he'd been having lately were akin to ill omens and deathly premonitions.
"Oh, dear. I wonder. Just what is it that the future brings? Something wicked no doubt. Hopefully not too soon. I only just got this month's issue of "Bayside's Busty Beauties." I can't afford to get distracted until I finish it."
A dreamy grin formed as he sank back into his chair, glancing at the magazine in his hands before closing it, letting it drop to the sand below.