Stan smiled as he pushed Wendy on the wooden swing that hung from the tree in her grandma's yard. It was a beautiful day. The sun was out, the birds were chirping, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The sky was so blue and pure.

Wendy closed her eyes and giggled, letting her wet hair fly into her mouth. She had on a purple T-shirt and bell-bottom blue jeans. Her hair was long and wavy, crowned with a wreathe of bright, colorful flowers. She claimed she looked like she came from the 60's, but Stan said she was beautiful.

"Push me higher!" she giggled.

Stan pushed her as high as he could.

Wendy jumped out of the swing, landing in a patch of purple flowers.

"Are you OK?" Stan cried out, running to her. She just looked up at him and giggled. He laid down beside her and stared into her eyes. They were so green today. So sexy. They matched the color of the surrounding grass.

Wendy sighed. "It's such a beautiful day...."

"Not nearly as beautiful as you..."

She rolled her eyes. "That's so typical."

Stan frowned.

Wendy could barely keep a straight face. She started giggling again and rolled over on top of him.

"What are you doing??"

"What does it look like I'm doing, silly?" She whispered and kissed him on the lips. His tongue entered her mouth.

It started to thunder.

Stan pushed her off of him and stood up. "We should go in."

"No!" She stood up and grabbed his hands.

"Wendy, we have to go in!"

TO BE CONTINUED..........