Walking carefully on the pea gravel, Najean walked to the bar door and pulled open the dusty screen door into the dim darkness. The windows were grimed over, but light came from a neon Stroh's sign and the light behind the bar itself. As Najean walked across the floor her shoes made a little slapping sound as the heels hit her flesh heels. She slid one butt cheek up on the red plastic stool and dropped her keys on the dark wood bar.
Tune in for more about Najean's life and the Gumtree Bar & Grill.

It was hot, real hot. Najean pulled into the gravelled parking lot. Turning off the car she sighed and lifted her hair off of her neck. The dust in the parking lot added yet another layer to the fading blue paint of the ten-year old toyota. Najean opened the door and slid out, her cotten dress clinging to her back and rear.

oh on second thought -- don't bother -- you wouldn't want to read anything that is so simple and so good.

Who gives a toot about Jackson's malfunction? People watch sex in the city and friends and ed -- they're all sleeping with each other? duh? Some far right brained broad in Tushietown is up in arms. Bet her BF thinks she a twit.
New story up at www.BeWrite.net. Day Old Newspaper. oh read it -- you know you want to...............