"Ladybug, ladybug, fly away...." What came next? He thought hard, back, back to his childhood to when everything was....
He nearly cried.
The hills came up from the morning mist, rough hewn and uneven, reminiscent of a buzzsaw, yet, a buzzsaw did not accurately describe them. They were a deep resplendent purple, streaked with white cold veins. Behind them, gradually building up in the distance, were icy mountains of majestic clouds. And all in all there were the bobbing, bending wild flowers, in numbers and colors too numerous and vivid to describe, with wild-honey honey bees like black buzzing dots, floating from the daisy to the dandelion, pollenating, and birds darting across the deep expanse of turquoise blue that was the sky. The warm, active, late spring day tended to create a sense of security, no matter how false, and his head fell to his chest, and he slept.
At first, it was only a subtle sensation, creeping from his thighs up his body to the nerve centers of his brain. It was the vague feeling of warmth, the kind that can only come from...! He was wide awake and sat upright in the next second, looking into the heaven that was her face....
"Well," she said in the voice that only she could possess, "am I that ugly?" Badly off-balance, he stuttered around for something to say.
"Why ... or hardly. I mean...." He broke off as she started laughing. "Am I that funny?" he said.
"Yes, silly," he giggled, "You should have seen the look on your face. You didn't know what to say, did you?" He snorted and sat up.
"There's nothing to laugh about, girly. Wake a follow out of a sound—" The last word was silenced for she leaned over and kissed him firmly on the mouth. When he was sufficiently recovered he spoke:
"You work fast, don't you?" She cocked her head prettily, pushing the brown chestnut hair out of her long oval face, and smiled a smile that Venus herself would envy.
"Maybe you work slow," she said, not too seriously. She had finished tying her hair behind her head, and her long, discriminately tanned arms matched the extremely delicate, yet beautiful legs that showed from the short, skirt-like affair that she wore. Her small mouth was gently outlined by a light shaded lipstick which he knew to taste good. It was the only cosmetic she wore, or needed to. He licked his lips subconsciously. Her eyes were deep, large and colored to match the wonderfully long hair that was tied in back. His appraising gaze soon became a stare and she said: