Message #48220 From ZUBIE, 7-8-86, 22:38

Z*ZU She wipes her face with the front of her shirt...

...small puffs of dust explode from her boots as she unlaces them. "I'm beat! Let's go for a swim and cool off before you catch us some fsh for dinner"! With that she strips off the beige shorts and the sweat stained flannel shirt and trots off to the waters edge. The air smells like ozone a tad.

  1. *Z* god, that sounds good! I'd deliberately been staying downwind of her,
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