Mike and Stephanie
The college couple who met while attending journalism school at U.C.L.A. considered themselves in the dating phase for nearly two years. They often took road trips together in Utah and Arizona and camped alongside scorpions and rattle snakes.
Mike reminded Stephanie of a boy scout when they went camping. He made camping a joy and had a solution for any inconvenience a camper may encounter in the land of tumble weeds.
Stephanie loved to write in the desert. Mike liked taking her to her favorite writing environment.
Their relationship was as romantic as one can be. They had eyes only for each other and had sex together at least six times a week. Their love was an addiction. Neither wanted to bother with a committed relationship, but both wanted lots of inspiration. The young writers knew that love and sex were the fire that feeds the pen. They decided not to limit the possibilities of their writing instruments.
Stephanie refused to commit herself to Mike because he smoked marijuana in the tent while she wrote on the desert plane. Not that she judged her lover for the tools he used for enhancing his creative writing, but because Mike was not the type of man to take home to her father, Punch Sulzberger.
Eventually, Stephanie stopped pretending that she wasn’t using Mike’s second hand smoke in the tent and started sharing blunts with her lover.
Pens rolled into the sand and the desert wind carried away pieces of paper like tumbleweeds in the old Wild West when the writers wrote together in the tent.
"You know, when I write out here in the desert with you while high, I sometimes feel like it’s you writing the words falling from my imagination," explained Mike to the beautiful strawberry blonde country girl lying in the tent next to him.
"Explain that statement," responded Stephanie like the journalism student she was.
"I just figured out the mood for the short story I’ve been working on love. Stop writing so much and read what I’ve been writing about," pleaded her slender lover with just a patch of light brown hair growing wildly on the middle of his chest.
Stephanie read the first sentence, "In the beginning Stephanie created the heaven and the earth."
She tore up the pile of papers and shouted "You stole my idea, bastard!"
Mike reminded Stephanie of a boy scout when they went camping. He made camping a joy and had a solution for any inconvenience a camper may encounter in the land of tumble weeds.
Stephanie loved to write in the desert. Mike liked taking her to her favorite writing environment.
Their relationship was as romantic as one can be. They had eyes only for each other and had sex together at least six times a week. Their love was an addiction. Neither wanted to bother with a committed relationship, but both wanted lots of inspiration. The young writers knew that love and sex were the fire that feeds the pen. They decided not to limit the possibilities of their writing instruments.
Stephanie refused to commit herself to Mike because he smoked marijuana in the tent while she wrote on the desert plane. Not that she judged her lover for the tools he used for enhancing his creative writing, but because Mike was not the type of man to take home to her father, Punch Sulzberger.
Eventually, Stephanie stopped pretending that she wasn’t using Mike’s second hand smoke in the tent and started sharing blunts with her lover.
Pens rolled into the sand and the desert wind carried away pieces of paper like tumbleweeds in the old Wild West when the writers wrote together in the tent.
"You know, when I write out here in the desert with you while high, I sometimes feel like it’s you writing the words falling from my imagination," explained Mike to the beautiful strawberry blonde country girl lying in the tent next to him.
"Explain that statement," responded Stephanie like the journalism student she was.
"I just figured out the mood for the short story I’ve been working on love. Stop writing so much and read what I’ve been writing about," pleaded her slender lover with just a patch of light brown hair growing wildly on the middle of his chest.
Stephanie read the first sentence, "In the beginning Stephanie created the heaven and the earth."
She tore up the pile of papers and shouted "You stole my idea, bastard!"
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