The breeze was ever so gently blowing as if to reassure Jason that things were going to be okay. As he mourned, he gently caressed the tattered tiger skin cloth. Maurita quietly walked over with her favorite hawaiian print blouse waving slightly with the wind. She kissed on the side of the neck, a touch of affection in her eyes. He jercked around, glaring angrily with tears in his eyes. His gray longsleeve shirt with verticle stripes was tucked in and his sleeves rolled up past thee elbow, revealing his muscular figure. She quickly acted confused as if trying hide some emotion. He still stood there, his jet black hair perfectly combed back. His piercing eyes revealed a hint of spite, remembering last summer. He blushed in embarassmentin both his lack of self control. He quickly tucked the tiger skin cloth in his shirt pocket and brisked away. Maurita smiled and quickly fought it away. She neversouly looked around to see if anyone had seen. With no one in sight, she flipped her wavy brown hair behind her well tannned shoulder and triumphantly walked away.
