The Last Dreamgirl
By- Shane Hayes
For every man there’s a girl who grips his imagination and his heart as no other girl ever did or will. She may be in her teens or a mature woman. He responds to her as a boy to a girl. Whether she comes early in his life or late, there is a throne in his subconscious that she takes possession of, without trying, often without wanting to.The image he forms of her reigns there in perpetuity, even if she has left his life, or this life. Her enchantment never fades or fails, and he is never immune to it. She may not be for him the last wife or paramour, but she is the last dreamgirl.
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Chapter 1, A Gentleman Kidnapper
PAVONE FAMILY ALBUM (1)
all brothers are different, of course, even identical twins. Yet few were more different, and yet closer, than the brothers Pavone. In summer of 1956 they experienced a seaside epiphany that neither would ever forget, though it affected one more deeply than the other. Ron was eighteen and had graduated from high school weeks before. Pete was sixteen and Ron’s best friend, despite vestiges of sibling rivalry.
Both boys tanned magnificently. They cultivated their glowing bronze at home each year before making their first appearance in Ocean City, New Jersey. They had just spread their blanket on a crowded Fourteenth Street beach, the favorite high school and college gathering place in that delectable shore resort....
“Look!” Pete said in a low excited voice.
Ron glanced at him, and Pete nodded in the direction of the ocean.... Emerging from the ankle-deep water amid a cluster of skinny children with shovels, buckets, and rubber balls came a girl of striking proportions in a black one-piece bathing suit and a white bathing cap.
The suit was modestly cut, high at the neckline and even a little loose at the waist, but it clung to her wet body, accenting an altogether marvelous pair of breasts, full, firm, wonderfully round, not hanging but extended forward inches beyond where breasts would normally point, not bouncing as she walked but swaying gently and seductively, their aureoles defined tantalizingly through wet translucent cloth.
Her body curved sharply inward between the breast and hips; that is, her waist was, despite the slight looseness of the suit, visibly slimmer than any waist for a girl of medium height and full breast had a right to be. Ron thought his fingers and thumbs would almost meet if he held her at the waist while kissing her—as he knew he must. She moved among the awkward children with slow majestic grace on long sleek legs that were in their way nearly as marvelous as her breasts. Not only did her legs have an admirable harmony of form when you viewed them separately, but her long lithe limbs retained their loveliness as they carried her toward him, step after harmonious step. There was rhythm, yes, a kind of music, in her natural unaffected walk.
The miracle of her body from neck to toe rendered her face a mere afterthought. Ron had scarcely torn his eyes away from her marvels of limb and torso long enough to glance at it—Nice, he thought, though he couldn’t see her well with that tight cap on and instantly refocused on her bust.
She reached a space on the sand within five yards of him and turned to his left, between two blankets, toward her own, a few feet beyond. As she made that turn Ron glimpsed her figure in profile for the first time. Her breasts, stunning when viewed from the front, were breathtaking from the side, their wondrous size and extension fully visible only in silhouette.
About the Author
A native Philadelphian, Shane Hayes earned his bachelor’s and his law degree from Villanova University, and studied for a year at Princeton Theological Seminary. He worked as a writer/editor for Prentice Hall and an attorney for the federal government. He is married, has four children, and lives in suburban Philadelphia. His nonfiction book The End of Unbelief: A New Approach to the Question of God was released by Leafwood Publishers in the fall of 2014.
Two young men meet on ship when both are recently out of college. They share a flaming ambition. Each aims to write novels that will be internationally acclaimed and win him a place in American letters. One of them, Paul Theroux, achieves the dream in all its glory: becomes world famous, writes over 40 books, and three of his novels are made into films. The other, Shane Hayes, fails completely, but keeps tenaciously writing, decade after decade, plowing on through hundreds of rejections. Then almost half a century later, Shane contacts Paul, who remembers him, reads three of his books, likes them, and praises them with endorsements.
In writing to agents and publishers Shane could now say, “Query for a novel praised by Paul Theroux.” No one offers a book deal because of an endorsement, so rejections keep coming. But more people let him send at least a sample and are predisposed to see merit in it. At his age, time is crucial. In the month he turns 75, Shane receives contracts on two of his books from different publishers. He will always be grateful to the literary giant who remembered ten days of friendship half-a-lifetime after it ended.
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