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She’s a lovely apparition, and she knows it. A seductress without purposely trying to seduce. A heartbreaking beautiful attraction without trying to make herself attractive. A voice calling to me without her having to make a single sound or utterance.
Lana just is.
Blonde, or what some might refer to as strawberry blonde, she is of average height for a woman but her body and her being (her presence) is anything but average. She has no qualms, moral or otherwise, about sunbathing topless in a quiet suburban neighborhood like Orchard Grove, and while she knows that I have been watching her, I’m not so sure it turns her on so much as it is something that she has come to expect from a man like me... a man so easily and hopelessly drawn into her web.
She claims to have been born and raised in Albany, but from what I can glean, she hates it here and wishes only to be back on the beaches of Venice and Santa Monica. For the life of me I cannot understand why anyone would want to spend any more time in that plastic place than they have to. Land of sun, lies, false promises, and flavors of the month, be it a brand of frozen non-gluten yogurt or a never before heard of movie starlet with a Pepsodent smile to die for.
I can only wonder what her life was like there... who she seduced, and how many lovers she kept at one time. Judging from what her husband said about her already “starting in” in Albany, it was a lot.
Lana is a take-no-prisoners kind of woman.
I can see that from a mile away. A sultry character played by Sharon Stone if this were a Joe Eszterhas “Basic Instinct” kind of script. If I had even an ounce of strength left in my post-op body, I would throw a drape over the bedroom window and forget she exists. It might make a great opening scene to this script even. But then, my dreams would haunt me, and I would wake up wanting (needing) only one thing: Lana... her ass, her breasts, her hair, her mouth.
Lana, I love you, I lust you, I hate you, I don’t even fucking know you. But I need you like a junky needs a fix.
To Be Continued...