Chapter 3: Rising Action
The night air was alive, aphids scurrying through the underbrush, their frenetic activity illuminated by the dappled moonlight filtering through the canopy overhead. A soft, breathy breeze caressed the trees, setting the leaves aquiver, better to orchestrate nature's symphony. Alex stood there, a picture of exhilaration and adventure, slinking toward the hot tub, her eyes outlined with kohl, her lips bathed in cherry-red gloss, beckoning to her two lovers, her hips swaying with deliberate seduction.