her hair still looked sexy as hell , but strands were sticking to her , and i could feel mine sticking to my skin as well . creating things and stories is a huge part of who she is as a person . on the floor sat a pair of boots and an umbrella . her tongue traced the swell and dip of his washboard perfection . `` baby bunting , daddy 's gone a-hunting , '' he said , lean-ing toward her , and she could smell his breath . 