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 EYES

   By Ezra Zane (edited by Ruthie)

   The beach was deserted at sunrise except for a tent at the south end. 
We threw down our gear and headed toward the ocean.

   Brick said, "Jesus.  Look at that."

   Two women in bikinis walked toward us from the tent.  One golden blonde.
One raven-haired.  Long-legs.  Easy walk that said "I am so hot."

   And tits.  God, what tits.  Oh, Jesus.  Pamela Anderson would be green
with envy.

   Brick and I are buff studs, but Casey's a nerd with a body like a stick.
"Stand back, Casey," I said.  "The men are going to work."

   Brick added, "You might spend the day alone, Casey."

   Straight toward us.  I flexed when they were close.  They passed between
us.  Tits brushed my arm.  Brick and I said, "Hi," but they didn't speak.

   They looked as good going away.  They stopped, lowered their sunglasses,
and walked back.  The blonde leaned into Brick.

   "What color are my eyes?" she asked.

   "Huh?  Shit, I don't know."

   "How about you, stud," the blonde said, leaning into me so my hard dick
jabbed her crotch.

   "Blue," I guessed.

   She smirked and went to Casey, who swallowed hard.

   "What color are my eyes?"

   "Brown.  Not dark brown.  Lighter with a hint of gray, like the Mohave
in winter just before the sun sets."

   The brunette said to Casey, "What color are my eyes?"

   "Light green.  Almost transparent, like a close-in wave when the sun
shines through it."

   They removed their glasses and Casey was right-on.

   They each took his hand and led him toward their tent.  They stopped and
the brunette said, "Don't wait for him.  We'll bring him home when he's
tired of us."

   Brick summed it up.  "Well, shit.  Who knew they had eyes."

   The End