Pieces of Lies by Angela Richardson Page A

conversation completely. “You are incredibly beautiful, intelligent and passionately free spirited. People are instantly drawn to you. How are you not taken?”
    I was staring out across the lake thinking about my past.“Oh, I’ve had boyfriends before, a couple, and I’ve even had a marriage proposal.”
    Clint looked a bit deflated then asked, “Deep end guy?”
    I nodded.
    “And what happened with that?” he asked curiously.
    “Well,  my father didn’t approve,” I said with great sadness in my voice.
    Clint seemed to register what that was like. “And your dad’s approval is important to you?”
    I looked to my toes and shifted forward so they could touch the surface of the lake. I began swirling my feet in the lake, taking in the coolness of the water. It felt relaxing as the early morning sun beat down on my face. “No, my father’s approval is not important to me at all.”
    Clint pushed more, “Then why didn’t you get married?” and I kicked the water a little.
    “I told you… my dad… did not… approve.” My fists clenched as the pain of love lost sprung into my head. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to calm my thoughts. I needed to do something to deter my thinking, and get rid of the uneasiness that was circulating in me. A dark hole was getting bigger and growing inside me and it would soon take over if I didn’t act accordingly.
     “This conversation is boring me, c’mon, let’s do something.” I said, trying to lighten the mood.
    “Like what?” Clint asked.
    I stared out at the lake again. “Let’s go for a swim.”
    I got up and started to peel off my red dress until my skin was exposed, showing off the small pieces of black lace undergarments that were considered underwear. I had a long waif-like body with an ample bosom which I think I had gotten from my mother, but I had only ever seen pictures of her so I was never really sure about my genetic makeup. I certainly did not have the look of my father.
    “Norah, I’m not sure it’s a good idea.” Clint had not taken his eyes off my black lace bra and panties.
    “What, do you have to check with the Lappell first to see if you are allowed to go for a swim?” I was challenging him. After listening to him talk all night about his family and the Lappell and how much they determined his life, I gave him an opening to do something without thinking.
    “No. I don’t have to check with anyone.” He gave me one of his cheekiest smiles and started undressing until he was standing bare-chested, wearing only his white designer boxer shorts.
    We stood, staring at each other, taking in the look of our bodies. Clint’s normally combed back blond hair was now disheveled and hung around his face, which I liked, a lot. His lean muscular body towered over mine. He had broad tanned shoulders that led down to beautiful sculpted abs and that sexy V formation I did love on men. That made me swallow, but I shifted my eyes back up to his. As much as I enjoyed looking at a nicely toned body, what attracted me most to any guy was the feeling I got when I looked into their eyes. The sense of who they were and how that spoke to me and my inner being. I loved when I looked into Clint’s eyes. I felt like he was letting me see a part of him that he didn’t let people see very often and that turned me on. I stayed fixated on them, finding myself wanting to touch him because of how his stare made me feel. It heated me like nothing I’d ever known.
    Sensing the growing sexual vibe radiate between us, I giggled and pushed Clint into the lake. He fell in, creating a monstrous splash, while I followed him, diving through the water with grace. It was freezing but we didn’t care. We played in the lake, wrestling and taking turns pushing each other’s head underneath the water. I began to laugh uncontrollably, which forced Clint to laugh too. The way our personalities bounced off each other was infectious.
    “What are you doing Clint?” A rather stern