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Practice does itThe lake was named for a pioneering family in the area who seemed to have cornered the market on real estate a century ago. The last members of the family lived in town, but their name was Eisenstein now. It was almost sunset and a cool body of water was just the thing to relax her. She I followed the signs to the boat rental cove. It was sleepily deserted. She saw one boat on the lake; men seemed to be fishing from it. She pulled the car to a stop and walked to the rental shack. Before she saw the attendant she noticed his legs. He was sitting in an old kitchen chair tilted back against the shady side of the shack. He was reading a paperback novel. His tanned legs were stretched straight out in front of him with his ankles crossed. He wore engineering boots and sweat socks with orange black stripes. Kay figured he was quite young, maybe a high school boy, because his legs didn't have much hair and what there was was a golden color, floating just above beautiful smooth tanned skin. The shape of them indicated to her he did something athletic a lot, like bicycle riding or something ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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