Now you won’t know what happens, and lots is left out and I’m still writing. The daytime hours spent on the beach or strolling alone down the boardwalk passing by the various stores and hotels that were packed along the main boulevard. Sex vedio Any comments not directly about the story and I deem insulting will be removed or I’ll just turn comments off all together. This is an excerpt from a yet unpublished, in the works novel I’m writing. He opened it back up, looked at his novel’s place at number eleven and smiled again. He wondered, was he the thief, or the authorities? “I swear it’s like he’s writing about our lives or something.”
Jack smiled and sat back in his chair, lifting his paper up and looked over the rest of the literary section’s best sellers list. That gave him a bit of time to regain his composure if he had a bit to drink and wouldn’t adversely affect his writing. He was just glad he didn’t have any children to worry about or who may worry about him. He’d watch whatever happened to be on the television at the time; most often it would be a sporting event of one kind or another.
