Bonus Chapter Onze

      "Are you speaking now?"

      His heart skipped like a gaunt gazelle's that a churning cheetah is bent on killing. Its light limbs in the air teasing the bruised breeze complementing the apt atmosphere. He needed to do something before his gazelle would be wrung at the neck by the purposed Cheetah. He decided to make it run in curves. Like the wanky waves of the sassy sea does. Or even like an asp or adder do when interest or zeal bewitched it. His light limbs aided the recently conceived idea and it was fostered. The Cheetah seemed to be wearing out; his own curves should be maintained:

      "You're beautiful!"

       Was that curve the next to prune? He couldn't answer that rhetoric. Who would? He didn't know if he'd said the right thing to her. He was afraid to plunge into the bothers eating up hi