Re: quicklog: michael/destiny
[Destiny was a roman candle. She flared bright; part of it was commercialized and part of it was just who she was. There was a melding of the whore and the optimist, although if anyone could decipher the line between, they must have been a savant. Because this girl seemed to soar. No matter anything that came before, no matter yesterdays, she was glee and youth and the kind of smile that dimpled at both edges.
She had two large black coffees in hand from the closest diner, and she set tem upon the table before Michael with his computer. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her chin atop his head, and her tits fit fine against the blades of his shoulders when she exhaled.]