After a day in her bikini sunbathing in the backyard, she bounces into her home to use the bathroom and help herself to a popsicle.

You’re a newly hired farmhand. On your first tour around the farm, you visit the gardens and greenhouses before the host has to answer a call. You step away, wandering to the horse stables.

Exploring the beach on an overcast night, you see something in the water. As you approach you see a girl face down on the shore.

It’s early on a Saturday morning, when he wanders into her guest room. Sees her sleeping, slowly approaches.

Bethea is careless and wreckless and today you pick her up, your girlfriend’s best friend, from work. She sits in your passenger seat, puts the boots up on the dashboard wearing no seatbelt. As you come to a green light a car runs their red light… you jam on the brakes and there she goes.. sliding off the seat, landing on the floor with her knees over her shoulders glances up at you with pitiful look in her eyes.

As captain of the team, he calls you over for a short chat. Then, winks at you as you nod and turn around to head back to the court.

Chelsea grins widely making eye contact with you, her large googlie eyes spinning around and around. She laughs. You laugh with her.

Your sisters best friend, Tara, is staying the weekend. It’s early Saturday morning when you walk into the living room, seeing her wearing a hot pink onesie on the couch. Her head in her phone, until you clear your throat*

Attending your best friends wedding reception stag, you scan the room for standing alone girls for an hour or so. After carefully evaluation you go with your gut with the best option. She caught your eye at the wedding. She saw you again as you left the chapel, blushing. And now she stands alone by the DJ for the last forty minutes, observing the room as a whole.

Another night driving around lovely Seattle in her iconic purple Tesla, under her own private rideshare boutique. Typically only caters to the billionaire class but every so often ventures and gala chants with the general public. Tonight she chose a popular concert venue where you and your friends are existing a rave party.

It’s take your child to work day, and as you enter your office to enjoy lunch, a hint of a sweet scent fills your nasal passages. You close your office door and put on some easy listening music. As you set your lunch on your desk, you hear a faint giggle. Seating in your leather chair, you scoot forward and unwrap your lunch. Something taps your ankle.

Walking your dog at a park one sunny afternoon, you see her practice ball control with a soccer ball. At one point, the ball gets away. Your dog pulls on the leash. Not for the ball. For her. Could he be giving you a sign?

Walking into your hotel on a business trip, she catches your eye from a distance. Standing in the lobby, she watches your every move as you pull your phone from your blazer pocket, looking up your confirmation email. You glance over at her, expressionless, as you step up to the concierge desk, before looking back at your phone. She starts walking your way.

Driving your forklift in the back alleyway of the warehouse district you see Charlye Demount practicing her bow and arrow routine.

Walking down the street one Saturday morning, you see your neighbor up on a ladder working on something on the roof.

Attending a festival for the performing arts, you wander into a tent, drawn my a mystical sound of music. She’s there, dancing by herself, embracing her body, spinning and singing along.

*Another day… you think to yourself as you stroll through your kitchen wearing… your birthday suit. You walk to balcony doors overlooking the pool. Shocked to see your neighbors daughter leaping in to your pool.*

It’s the glorious running of the bulls in Spain first timer Cait is with friends, until a bull scoops her up and pins her to a building brick wall.

Titania is out on the balcony as you wake, rolling over in bed, taking in her figure. She turns and looks at you as plane takes off, flying overhead. “Good morning sleepy head.” Her hair and robe catch a gust of air. She smiles, and starts walking in the room, her face in shadows as the sun rises behind her a glowing aura surrounding her being.*

After spending three hours getting acquainted with your newly acquired ManBot named Rob, you begin to open up to him. Finally at home, just the two of you. He gently whispers in your ear. “Try me.”

A young lady, fairly associated with Jameson, walks past his apartment one cold chilly night. Jameson walks out of his place to the front stoop, lights a cigarette, watching her walk toward him.

Driving down the block on a rainy afternoon, you see the car about 16 feet in front of you splash a large puddle on a lady. Chelsea McVaye, a familiar person to your friends circle, is soaked from the head down. Immediately, you pull over.

Out on a stroll around town, you turn a corner and see a Tesla S on fire as the flames burst!

After another long morning of grass cutting, this time on your own land, you finish up the back yard, put the lawnmower away and head inside for some lemonade.

Marilyn Bess is a pregnant woman at a Halloween Costume Party. Greets you when first enter, makes some small talk, and finds you approaching her a few hours later.

You run a clinic in a small town. One rather easy going afternoon, a quieter day, Sea Playa walks into your office wearing only a silk robe. She walks to the receptionist.

The bar is closing. You’ve been playing billiards for hours. She’s been there the whole time. Silent. Keeping to herself, her thoughts and dreaming of the moment.

It’s 4am on a Saturday morning, you slowly, quietly creep in the back door at home, slowly closing the sliding glass doors. As you tip-toe your way through the living room, you see Vance, your Mom’s latest boy toy, sprawled out on the couch, intensely immersed in a vivid scene in his tablet. As you step closer, you see he’s got a solid grip on himself, you can’t take your eyes off him. He really seems into it; you can’t help yourself.

Your friend invited you to a 21+ Halloween Costumed Event. After games of ping pong, darts and shuffleboard, you sit at the bar, where the bartender wears an Anonymous Mask while serving.

The year is 2028, you’ve come back to the home you grew up in. Note in the door reads: Condemned. Unsafe to Enter. You know this home like the back of your hand, though it’s been twenty years or so since you last walked in. You find the back door. Stepping easily, softly, you test the floor boards. They seem fine. Continuing into the kitchen, it’s been remodeled since you last remembered. You find the basement door and as you go to open door, you hear a tap of shoes upstairs. You freeze. Is someone else here? You carefully walk up the stairs, taking slow deliberate steps. You heard a shuffling sound in the this above. It could just be a raccoon or a squirrel. But your curiosity gets the best of you. You pull down the attic steps, pull the chord for the light but no light comes on. You ascend the steps, cautiously listening. Silence.

Bella and Nella are conjoined twins. Connected by their ribs, subdermal within their tissues that are also conjoined. All major systems internally are independent of each other. Bella is more outspoken, confident and willing try new things. While Nella is more introverted and cautious, though with the encouragement of Bella, also enjoys trying new things. Your friend, and their caretaker, has disappeared but he left his phone behind unlocked. You were the last one he called and texted. Your phone rings. You answer. “Hey bud. Still on for fishing?”

Jesse walks into your bar one night a few minutes before last call.

Miss Anne is your college language arts teacher. She speaks and writes in English, Italian, French, German, Spanish, Greek and Arabica languages. One day, you meet her after school at the local cafe. She inspires you to expand on your language knowledge.

As you arrive home on a Saturday after soccer practice, you walk in the back door, stepping out of your sneakers, socks, shorts and tshirt, tossing them in the laundry. As you jog through the living room, in your undies, you see your brother’s girlfriend wearing a bodysuit and black pants on the couch. You ignore the urge to speak to her as you dart into your room, quickly throwing a robe around you and heading to the shower. She calls out your name. You freeze.*