ManHeart ( Excerpts) by Boston Lee (books that read to you TXT) 📖

who was now doing some stretching exercises in the living room not far from where he stood. Her breasts, her left one a little larger than her right, bobbed to the sway of her body. He ogled their sensual beauty and then directed his mind to what he had intended to do before he answered the phone.
“Janene, I think I’ll go for a stroll on the beach for about an hour,” he said with a hint of indecision. Her exercising in the nude made for an enticing distraction.
“Okay, dear, but would you remember to tie the dog on the leash before you leave. The last time you went for a walk you forgot to do this and he got lost.” She said this in a scolding tone while her hips gleamed with each stretch. Her waist was nipple thin.
Having secured Praado on his leash and tying the leash to the patio of his back yard, Clark, with gusto and a sense of elation, started eastward on his walk facing the frost of the sun. The sea gulls were in their wafting wont importuning him for some morsels of bread. He fed them by tossing crumbs of rye bread up into the air, but not today. The three gulls hovered for a while above him as he trod on the sand. With a peal of importunity the gulls departed due west and the sea kissed the shore with its lapping warmth.
The sand today felt gritty and warm on his bare feet. Compressed water oozed between his toes as he walked. He could feel salt spray kiss his left cheek and left arm. He turned his head intermittently to take in the beauty of the ocean and its mystery.
Clark thought as he walked, The sea, the sea, a vicarious part of me. What lies hidden in its depths are the arcane aspects of the other side of me. Life can be so perplexing. Six years have passed since the divorce. I did not want a divorce. Shelly decided she no longer wanted my companionship. She filed for divorce while I was on a skiing trip to Colorado with a few of my friends. Imagine that! I loved Shelly with all my heart and soul. When I learned of her intentions, it devastated me. I would have surrendered to my emotions and slit my wrists if it were not for my religious convictions and my love for Christ. But, I cursed God for my anguish, cursed life for its hard vicissitudes; however, this did not do me any good.
Clark heard a gull above him, lost his train of thought, waved the gull away with his right hand and continued walking. He thought he heard a whispering voice wisp the words, ‘I am Prajnapada,’ as he looked out to sea. He stopped walking, shook is head slightly to clear his mind, then continued his seaside stroll.
He again heard a faint voice say, “I’m an angel.”
Clark stopped walking, glanced at the wet shore in front of him, listened for the voice but heard nothing. His footfalls continued. While he walked he tread on the pins and needles of his unmended heart; thoughts of his past percolated to the surface. The hurt caused him to weep a silent tear, but he hid is pain as best he could. Each pleasant moment was tinged with dolor, so much so that Clark could not feel it save at inopportune moments.
These moments were now far and few between; however, as he walked that morning on that sanded bight of shore, Clark sensed them at the surface of his mind cresting through the surf of his imaginings. Another woman was in his life. Will Janene bring more pain?
Clark, lost in thought, was unmindful that his loyal dog was following him and that a bird hovered above him. Praado sauntered on the warm, sea-damped sand, did not wag his tail while he trekked silently behind. The seagull above Clark tipped its left wing touching his disheveled wind-blown hair with the feathered tip of its wing drawing Clark back to the shapes, sounds, and sensations of life.
Another person, a woman, tanned, with shoulder-length, sun-bleached hair, long shapely legs, and large breasts that were flimsily covered with a see-through bikini top, her inner thighs a shade lighter than were her muscled calves, was strolling along the beach. She wore sunglasses. Smiling invitingly, she passed him to his right. Clark saw that she was not wearing a wedding band. He also noticed that, from behind, her hips swayed sexually. Flirtingly she turned her head, smiled, and said nothing. Praado snuffled her lower right leg as she walked and touched his moist nose on her warm skin. Can a dog sense the sexuality of existence?
As she walked away from Clark and as Clark stopped his stride to watch the wave of her walk, she took her left hand, moved it behind her, took her right hand and eased it also behind her and with celerity unloosened her bikini top allowing her nipples to kiss the salt spray. Clark eyed her nude back. It is what he did not see that piqued his imagination.
Praado barked with winsome delight at the sight and was not shy in the least. He ran to her and with a bounce of canine frenzy licked this woman’s right breast. Clark thought while watching his dog play with this woman, I should be so bold as to do something like that. The irony is this woman cosseted Praado without a blench: but, what would she do to me if I would . . .
The seagulls once again importuned Clark for food causing him to lose his train of thought. The wind was getting stronger. Could this mean that a storm was in the offing? Clark looked at the sea’s vista and descried some clouds forming on the horizon. He thought, It will be raining in a few short hours.
He turned his head for one last time and eyed the woman whom he had met now walking away. She was sauntering along the bight of the shore with her now nude breasts mirroring the sheen of the ricocheting sunlight. Her unclad breasts swayed in the breeze, the sight of which caused Clark’s loins to tumefy. Praado barked happily.
Clark, loins aching, turned to return home and started to walk to his putative would-be wife, and his life. He had taken a few steps when Praado came running up to him clenching a clump of cloth between his jaws: the woman’s bottom part of her bikini!
Oh, no!
Clark looked for the woman yet could see nothing in the distance save a few seagulls. How did my dog get her bikini? “Well, Praado,” Clark said as he eyed the flimsy bikini held in his left hand, “it looks as though you’ve something someone else probably desperately needs.”
Clark twitched his nose and tilted his head slightly to the right. How would this woman explain her plight to some other man on the beach? I’m at the wrong place at the right time. What will this woman do? Of course, if she is brazen she’ll probably approach anyone for help. If she’s a woman loosening some of her inhibition, she’s probably somewhat embarrassed by now as well as a little em-bare-assed.
Clark laughed and tossed the bikini to the ground. Praado ran for the cloth. Clark looked down at Praado as his dog kicked up sand while gnarling the bikini ferociously between his yellowed teeth. The thought of his fiancée doing exercises in the nude intruded into his mind.
“I think it’s time to go. Let’s go home, boy.”
Praado, bikini in mouth, peered up at Clark and with a nod of his head turned toward home.

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Text: Copyright 2011 by Boston Lee
Publication Date: 07-07-2011

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