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There ain't much to do on the island other than sleep late. Tim gets up and goes somewhere most mornings before Tyra even opens her eyes, and she comes awake in a half empty bed.
She arches her back and stretches, the breeze across her chest where the sheet has slipped stiffening one nipple. She stretches one arm up over her head and clenches one fist, her eyes still closed.
Hell, what else are you supposed to do on a desert island but sleep late?
She arches her back and stretches, the breeze across her chest where the sheet has slipped stiffening one nipple. She stretches one arm up over her head and clenches one fist, her eyes still closed.
Hell, what else are you supposed to do on a desert island but sleep late?