And now we continue with our next installment of Formerly Fun's BlogOpera.

BlogOpera  (pt 11)

I woke up first, noticing the sun edging its way down the horizon. I quietly got up from the bed leaving him to sleep for a while. I made myself some ice tea and thumbed through the day's mail enjoying a brief moment of solitude.

In my bedroom Dylan was still sleeping, the sheet only half covering him. He was an attractive man who definitely fit into what I would physically call my type. He was tall and lean, but not gangly or heroine-sheik thin.

He had strong arms that must have come from something other than hefting lattes and espressos. He had a mess of sandy blonde hair that was not long, but looked as if he had missed the last few haircuts allowing it to grow just enough to look tousled. 

And now we continue with our next installment of Formerly Fun's BlogOpera.

When we last left off, the barista and our heroine spent the day at the beach.

It was the perfect day, from the packed picnic lunch to the laziness of a day off from the world.

But then they entered the real world again ... they got back home.

- F. Lawrence Caslin

And now we continue with our next installment of Formerly Fun's BlogOpera.

When we last left off, the barista had made beach plans with our heroine.

While she scurried through her routine to get ready in two short hours, she worried herself to death about their future.

Then 10:30 came and went ... and she worried some more ... 

Then, at 10:45, there was a knock at the door ...

- F. Lawrence Caslin

And now we continue with our next installment of Formerly Fun's BlogOpera.

When we last left off, the barista had made beach plans with our heroine.

In two hours.

He left to get ready and well, she buzzed through her "prettying" routine as fast as she could ...

- F. Lawrence Caslin