When he was on the beach and stretched out, he seldom slept, even when he appeared to be doing so. Blowjob sex Jack downloaded his manuscript onto a zip drive and tossed it into a mailing pouch and took it down to the local post office to send to his agent. He’d just take a deep breath and write down that all-important first sentence of the day. Not that he felt it could be any better or worse from the booze, but you never knew. Sometimes, when the wind was right, you could catch the faint smell of a charcoal grill from one of the beachfront houses. He tackled short stories and short books with relative ease but it was the elusive full-length novel that seemed to elude him like a thief being pursued by the authorities. When the sunset and the crowds dispersed and headed home or to hotels or wherever they laid their heads at night, Jack would go for a walk, then go home and
