It was a hot summer morning, and she could feel the sunrays caress her skin. Luce was slowly dozing off, indifferent to all the gazes coming her way. She had a remarkable athletic built which rarely went unobserved. Not that she enjoyed such attention at all, on the contrary, but she got used to it over time. — read on @ http://lalitwist.altervista.org/EditorialArchives/ENG/EngYr1Wk36LUCE2Caronte.html