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fix it up, and get people down here again. All these shops are fairly new. There's
a bunch of restaurants around here. The new baseball stadium has been a great draw for
business."
They proceeded on and the sidewalk became a large, wide bridge. They walked out to the
middle, passing many other people.
There were benches and trash cans. The whole area had a very clean, proud look. Taylor
pointed to the water flowing below them, splashing down from the falls on the right.
"This is the Genesee River. And over there," she pointed to their left, "is Genesee Brewing.
Their beer is very popular and plentiful around here." She dropped her voice to a whisper.
"It's not very good, though."
Melanie laughed. "Not very loyal of you."
"I know. I prefer Canadian. Don't tell anybody, though. They can make people disappear." She winked at Melanie, whose knees went weak.
They strolled casually back to the car, chatting about this and that. They drove a little more,
and Taylor pointed out different things... the newly renovated and enlarged library, where
Taylor claimed she could live, the Liberty Pole, which was turned into a Christmas tree with
lights during the holidays, the War Memorial, now referred to as Blue Cross Arena, after the
large, local health insurance organization. The brunette had grimaced at that. "I hate
Corporate America. Everything's about money. I liked the War Memorial. But nowadays, a
company can come along, flash enough money, and suddenly it's the Blue Cross Arena. Just like
Frontier Field. Couldn't it be Red Wings Stadium or something? Frontier forks over enough
money and now it's Frontier Field. It sucks." She made a turn, and headed back past the
baseball stadium. "Okay, let's go this way."
Melanie leaned back, and closed her eyes, letting the warm evening air blowing in the sunroof
caress her face. "Thank you for this. It's nice to have somebody to talk to."
"Wel , you just happen to be great company, so don't thank me."
Melanie smiled at that, but didn't open her eyes. Taylor took the opportunity to alternate her
attention between the road and the body next to her. Melanie was wearing denim shorts that
hugged her curves perfectly, the first thing Taylor had noticed when the auburn-haired
woman had walked ahead of her to the car. Her shirt was a short-sleeved white button down,
which she had tucked neatly into her shorts and cinched with a brown belt. Brown boat shoes
adorned her small feet. Taylor followed the sparkle of the gold watch on her left wrist as she
lifted her hand and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. The sun shining on her head was
revealing golden highlights, and Taylor licked her lips nervously. Goddamn.
As they crested a hil and headed down the other side, water came into view. "Hungry?"
Melanie opened her eyes, and smiled. "Yup."
"How 'bout a hot dog and a stroll on the pier?"
A grin lit up the face next to her. "And ice cream for dessert?"
Taylor laughed at the childlike quality of the question. "If you're a good girl."
"Oh, I'm very good." Melanie felt her face redden, mortified that the words had slipped out.
"We'll see," Taylor replied in a low voice that shot straight to Melanie's groin. Jesus Christ.
How does she do that? Melanie asked herself.
They parked and locked up the car, Taylor grabbing a navy blue Gap sweatshirt from the back
seat, and tying the sleeves around her waist.
"Is that Lake Ontario?" Melanie asked.
"Yup." She nudged Melanie playfully. "Maybe if we squint hard enough, we can see Sam."
"Maybe if we reach far enough, I can slap Sam."
Taylor purchased hot dogs for the two of them, and they wandered to the pier that stretched
out onto the lake. It was busy, as the evening was pleasant, with various families out for a
stroll and many a teenager just looking to hang out. The two women seemed aware only of each
other. They wandered slowly, in no hurry, looking out onto the water, and eating their dinner.
"Taylor, can I ask you
a bunch of restaurants around here. The new baseball stadium has been a great draw for
business."
They proceeded on and the sidewalk became a large, wide bridge. They walked out to the
middle, passing many other people.
There were benches and trash cans. The whole area had a very clean, proud look. Taylor
pointed to the water flowing below them, splashing down from the falls on the right.
"This is the Genesee River. And over there," she pointed to their left, "is Genesee Brewing.
Their beer is very popular and plentiful around here." She dropped her voice to a whisper.
"It's not very good, though."
Melanie laughed. "Not very loyal of you."
"I know. I prefer Canadian. Don't tell anybody, though. They can make people disappear." She winked at Melanie, whose knees went weak.
They strolled casually back to the car, chatting about this and that. They drove a little more,
and Taylor pointed out different things... the newly renovated and enlarged library, where
Taylor claimed she could live, the Liberty Pole, which was turned into a Christmas tree with
lights during the holidays, the War Memorial, now referred to as Blue Cross Arena, after the
large, local health insurance organization. The brunette had grimaced at that. "I hate
Corporate America. Everything's about money. I liked the War Memorial. But nowadays, a
company can come along, flash enough money, and suddenly it's the Blue Cross Arena. Just like
Frontier Field. Couldn't it be Red Wings Stadium or something? Frontier forks over enough
money and now it's Frontier Field. It sucks." She made a turn, and headed back past the
baseball stadium. "Okay, let's go this way."
Melanie leaned back, and closed her eyes, letting the warm evening air blowing in the sunroof
caress her face. "Thank you for this. It's nice to have somebody to talk to."
"Wel , you just happen to be great company, so don't thank me."
Melanie smiled at that, but didn't open her eyes. Taylor took the opportunity to alternate her
attention between the road and the body next to her. Melanie was wearing denim shorts that
hugged her curves perfectly, the first thing Taylor had noticed when the auburn-haired
woman had walked ahead of her to the car. Her shirt was a short-sleeved white button down,
which she had tucked neatly into her shorts and cinched with a brown belt. Brown boat shoes
adorned her small feet. Taylor followed the sparkle of the gold watch on her left wrist as she
lifted her hand and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. The sun shining on her head was
revealing golden highlights, and Taylor licked her lips nervously. Goddamn.
As they crested a hil and headed down the other side, water came into view. "Hungry?"
Melanie opened her eyes, and smiled. "Yup."
"How 'bout a hot dog and a stroll on the pier?"
A grin lit up the face next to her. "And ice cream for dessert?"
Taylor laughed at the childlike quality of the question. "If you're a good girl."
"Oh, I'm very good." Melanie felt her face redden, mortified that the words had slipped out.
"We'll see," Taylor replied in a low voice that shot straight to Melanie's groin. Jesus Christ.
How does she do that? Melanie asked herself.
They parked and locked up the car, Taylor grabbing a navy blue Gap sweatshirt from the back
seat, and tying the sleeves around her waist.
"Is that Lake Ontario?" Melanie asked.
"Yup." She nudged Melanie playfully. "Maybe if we squint hard enough, we can see Sam."
"Maybe if we reach far enough, I can slap Sam."
Taylor purchased hot dogs for the two of them, and they wandered to the pier that stretched
out onto the lake. It was busy, as the evening was pleasant, with various families out for a
stroll and many a teenager just looking to hang out. The two women seemed aware only of each
other. They wandered slowly, in no hurry, looking out onto the water, and eating their dinner.
"Taylor, can I ask you
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