The opening or preface to a short story about an affair.
|his walk, a confidence you can't feign.. the summer heat and humidity caused his yellow striped shirt to cling to his frame just enough to make out his nice physique..sun kissed skin..bald head..ray-bans..the way his lips spread across his gorgeous smile..when he spoke, ohhhhhh it was like a scoop of homemade vanilla on warm peach cobbler. "ohhh that one right dere" I remember loving the slight New Orleans drawl of those words and how they poured over me. I knew...
it was the summertime-