The Body Myth #DigitalAMAwithRheea

This is my entry for #DigitalAMAwithRheea for "The Body Myth" contest.

Excerpt:
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The woman was sitting on a park bench in West Point Gardens,where I came every sunday for a five- kilometer walk. She couldn't see me but I had to stop midstride to stare at her. I looked at her for three reasons.

1. Her face was twisted in contemplation;

2. She was wearing a beige kurta with a transparent golden dupatta; and

3. She was fucking gorgeous.

I'm a woman who takes great pleasure in noticing other woman, in raw appreciation for our sex, but also as a comparative study. I could not,however take the time to asses her beauty. She was up to something strange.

Her head darted behind and to the side. I was sure she was checking if anyone was looking at her. She was at the centre of a vast bamboo garden. No one else was in the garden. I was at the corner, out of her view. She looked back to the center, her facial muscles tweaked with confidence. She took a few deep breaths and stared to tremble.
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Continued in the next chapter.
I hope y'all like it. Thank you.