When they reached the mountain-top, she was exhausted, exhilarated and gave a whoop of #joy.
He looked at her and said, “You have bird-shit on your face and front.”
She glared at him.
He came close. With tissues, he wiped her face, slowly, with a light caress, cleaning her cheek, her jaw, the right side of her neck, her collarbone, a few specks on the collar of her shirt; he opened a button and wiped the last below the collarbone, a little above the right rising heaving breast. Then, he used another set of tissues with water and cleansing soap. He buttoned her shirt at the end. They looked into each other’s eyes a few times but they did not speak.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-deal.html
