Dog Style WivesChapter 2
Cassandra Lafayette was sprawled, belly down, on the flat rock that formed the floor of the tiny cave. Her miniskirt was higher than usual on her thighs, due to the wiggling she had been doing as she gazed through Tom McNally's binoculars at the beach below. She shook her head to chase away a persistent deerfly, and her mahogany hair flew around her in wispy tendrils, then settled on her back and shoulders and the cave floor. Tom McNally, seated beside her, caught the fragrance of her hair...