B Story.

Be-wildered to be in Beaver barracks and Bengal’s beaches, Ben brought a buggy with a bunch of bridled boars for a brief-ride. Broad beckon to follow and brisk breeze to breath. Before boarding, Ben buckled his boots and blew bugle and be gone. In Beaver barracks, Ben bunked in big bed. Before became noon, Ben borrowed a brown boat with built-in bulkheads. “Bye bye, be by breakfast” Ben blurred. While bumping blue, the burly man, bashed big-mouth basses for brigade by blasting brown bow. “Big bounty” Ben beamed. Back in the beach, Ben brought up binoculars and blared “Beautiful blondie!” Ben boldly brushed his brown hair and began to be bound bare-feet for the blonde basking beside blossom basil. Before blonde Ben began behaving badly “Beauty, baby, ban bra!” he blared. “Boo, back off bastard!” blasted blonde “Bad-behaving brute!” “But…” Ben began blurting, but blonde broke “Boor, be gone or be bitten till you bleed!” Ben backed off. The blonde, Baleen, born in Brazil began browsing through beige book. She booked breakfast and had barbeque with her boyfriend, Ben. They boosted bass in brigantine, brought blankets and built bon-fire. Baldy boss’ Ben was brawled down by big brown bear. Bass burst the beat, Baleen and Ben bounced “Bravo biss!” Briefly, beans became boiling and bread baking. Ben’s brother bleached the bench beside Bowler Alley and bought beef for barbeque. Baleen banged a big bell “Bliss!” Bright morning in the bay with brightly beaming Ben and his bride Baleen. Old bridges are burning, new bridges are building. Buddies – be blessed!