A Wet Feeling

Friends are Rare to Come By

By: A Wet Feeling (30 Nov 2003, Sunday)

[Note to readers: I prefer to keep my gender, sexuality, and general person a secret, as to not turn off some readers who might be turned off to a story before reading it, if they knew something about me, so just let your imagination wander, and enjoy!] It was a gorgeous day, simply no other way to put it. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the air was warm and dry, with barely a cloud in the sky. It was the weekend, and the faire was the place to be! Games, rides, all sorts of fun! Everyone was there, including a girl named Amy. Amy was a darling, sweet girl. She was 5'5, 110 pounds, dark just–below–shoulder–length brownish–black hair, beautiful smooth ivory skin, a face that had just the right…