She stood at the edge of the cliff. The
night sky and the moon were the only light. Justine was truly all
woman. She was gorgeous. Her body was everything a man could desire.
She was strong, womanly, and she moved in ways that made Jimmy's head
swim.
Coming up behind her, wrapped his arms
about her waist. In the wind her gossamer dress pressed against her
body. Jimmy inhaled her scent. She smelled of jasmine.
Holding onto his arm, Justine
whispered, “It's all been a lie.” Dropping, twisting, she threw
Jimmy over the cliff, into the crashing surf below.
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