Lori Basiewicz
Without telling the reader and without using dialogue, write a paragraph or two describing the way your character(s) are feeling.
The swimming pools were easy to find. There was one on just about every piece of property within range of my high-powered glasses. Due to the height of my viewpoint, that looked down on the serene little big-sized village immediately below me, I could also... god help me!... look into them. Had I the strength to leave my spy post, I’m not sure to this day, that I would have, much as I screamed inside to be somewhere, anywhere else. As it was, my legs turned to rubber and my innards to jelly, leaving me incapable of either leaving on foot or remounting the horse. For hour upon hour, I simply sat where I’d fallen, when my legs wouldn’t hold me up from the shock of what I saw, and watched, and watched, and watched.
               It was not a hand shake. Her hand was taken and the rest of her followed the instant she looked up and saw the man to whom it was attached. A perfectly pressed black uniform, its jacket sleeves heavily striped in gold braid, with brass buttons competing for attention, and a cap also richly trimmed, simply served as the backdrop for a smile that melted her knees and sea-deep blue eyes that saw into the heart and soul his hand held in a firm grip. That forty-three year old, nice enough looking, but hopelessly virginal spinster gave up the ghost and a beautiful, sensual woman took her place in the space of one "Kali spera, Miss Stanhope! Welcome aboard."