conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is a plot for a book about Stella, Groove, Payne entitled How Stella Got Her Groove Back?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: How Stella Got Her Groove Back: Stella Payne is a very successful 40-year-old stockbroker raising her son, Quincy, and living in Marin County, California, who is persuaded by her best friend from college Delilah Abraham to take a well-deserved, first-class vacation to Montego Bay, Jamaica.\nAs she soaks in the beauty of the island, she encounters a handsome young islander, Winston Shakespeare, who is twenty years younger.\nHis pursuit of her turns into a blossoming romance that forces Stella to take personal inventory of her life and try to find a balance between her desire for love and companionship, and her responsibilities as a mother and corporate executive.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first paragraph for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: How Stella Got Her Groove Back
  I HADN'T PLANNED on going anywhere. All I knew was that as much as I loved my son, I was glad to see him disappear after those doors to Gate 3 closed this morning. Quincy's on his way to Colorado Springs to visit his daddy and now I have the house all to myself. Finally, some peace and quiet. And three whole weeks of it. Of course there are a million things I want to do and now I can do them without being distracted. Without hearing "Mom, can I... ?!" every fifteen seconds.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I go into the ladies' room which smells like raspberry Bubblicious bubble gum for which I am totally grateful and after I am relieved I go over to wash my hands and I look at myself in the mirror and all I'm thinking is: What in the world are you doing down here in Jamaica, girl, except getting yourself in nothing but trouble?
  I see Judas at lunch with that woman and when he comes over to me she doesn't look happy about it. "She's not feeling very well. I'm going to take her to her room so she can rest and I'll be right back," he says.
  I see Judas with his friend again at dinner time and he comes over to me and says, "You disappeared this afternoon, but why?"
  Right now it is Tuesday evening and even though the hotel is quieter than it's been since I've gotten here, Tonya, Patrice and I eat at the fancy-smancy French restaurant here on the premises and it was well worth the wait and then we dance by ourselves in the empty disco as if it's full of people and I tell them all about Judas and how I need to get my rest so that I can get up and run and when I walk into my room I am hoping that my message light will be blinking, that Winston will have called, that somehow he will have gotten my last name and he will tell me that his job is working out but he certainly misses me and he can't stand it and even though he doesn't get off until like twelve midnight would it be possible, would I mind and not take it the wrong way, but could I just come over and like kiss you good night or something.
  I slide under the sheets and inhale as many times as I can until I can finally smell Escape and that is what allows me to sleep.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I'll be so very glad when he leaves because that way I can get my drawers back (even though I can't remember what I did with the stuff that was in them) and I'll be glad to have the counter space back on that other sink so I can put all my nail polish and lotions and perfumes back where they were in the first place. And all my blouses and jackets that I moved for him, hey, I need that space because I haven't even done my fall shopping yet and I will need as much hanging room as possible. And the bed. Who needs to feel his warm body next to mine every single day of the week? I mean it has really become rather cumbersome rolling over in the middle of the night and early in the morning and feeling him, and plus making love on a regular basis is so time-consuming and my hair keeps getting all messed up and I am becoming tired of eating a plum or some kind of fruit to make sure my palate is clean when I wake up and I don't even want to think about all I've been going through to keep myself smelling shower fresh everywhere not to mention keeping the stubble off my legs and from under my arms and plucking my eyebrows and brushing three times a day instead of two. I mean I have really been going out of my way to make this man feel good and what have I gotten in return, what have I really gotten in return?
  And see, this is what I mean. This is what he can do that kind of bothers me. He makes me comfortable and I'm not used to feeling this comfortable with a man and the thing is I know it's stupid to resist but oh, Stella, get in the fucking hammock and so I listen to the woman in me and I get in and Stella knows what's best for me because once I feel my body drop down into against Winston's I know he's not going to let me fall anywhere but here.
  And then suddenly he just lets me go and it feels like I'm going to tumble out of this hammock but for some reason I really don't care, because I mean how far down could I really fall? I mean there's grass under this thing and then there's this moist soil beneath the grass because the sprinkler system comes on every morning and... "Stella?"
  I look at him for a few seconds and then I give him a deep juicy succulent kiss and then I take an even closer look into those sincere eyes and I say, "Are you sure you know what you just asked me?"
  I turn away to look over at the swimming pool for no particular reason except to maybe catch my breath and then I look up at the black sky that has absolutely no stars which is like totally perfect because they are not necessary and so I ponder this thought this notion this gesture this whole idea for a few more seconds and then I smile at Winston and press my lips softly into his and I do love this man I do I do but I look at him one more time to make sure he's like for real and when I see that he is I take a deep breath to make sure I am real and Stella girl accept the fact that you finally got something you wanted, that it's okay to enjoy him this moment go on and make this move feel this groove fool go ahead jump dive in deep fly swirl girl you have earned this you deserve this you can take this to the bank, so when I like hear all this advice and stuff being given to me by this mature in-the-middle-of-her-life woman who knows what day it is what time it is and whose name happens to be the same as mine I am like totally sold swayed convinced so I just go ahead and drape my arms around this beautiful man named Winston Shakespeare and I say, "Okay!"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: "Stella?"
  I look at him for a few seconds and then I give him a deep juicy succulent kiss and then I take an even closer look into those sincere eyes and I say, "Are you sure you know what you just asked me?"
  I turn away to look over at the swimming pool for no particular reason except to maybe catch my breath and then I look up at the black sky that has absolutely no stars which is like totally perfect because they are not necessary and so I ponder this thought this notion this gesture this whole idea for a few more seconds and then I smile at Winston and press my lips softly into his and I do love this man I do I do but I look at him one more time to make sure he's like for real and when I see that he is I take a deep breath to make sure I am real and Stella girl accept the fact that you finally got something you wanted, that it's okay to enjoy him this moment go on and make this move feel this groove fool go ahead jump dive in deep fly swirl girl you have earned this you deserve this you can take this to the bank, so when I like hear all this advice and stuff being given to me by this mature in-the-middle-of-her-life woman who knows what day it is what time it is and whose name happens to be the same as mine I am like totally sold swayed convinced so I just go ahead and drape my arms around this beautiful man named Winston Shakespeare and I say, "Okay!". And all my blouses and jackets that I moved for him, hey, I need that space because I haven't even done my fall shopping yet and I will need as much hanging room as possible. And the bed. Who needs to feel his warm body next to mine every single day of the week? I mean it has really become rather cumbersome rolling over in the middle of the night and early in the morning and feeling him, and plus making love on a regular basis is so time-consuming and my hair keeps getting all messed up and I am becoming tired of eating a plum or some kind of fruit to make sure my palate is clean when I wake up and I don't even want to think about all I've been going through to keep myself smelling shower fresh everywhere not to mention keeping the stubble off my legs and from under my arms and plucking my eyebrows and brushing three times a day instead of two. I mean I have really been going out of my way to make this man feel good and what have I gotten in return, what have I really gotten in return?
  And see, this is what I mean. This is what he can do that kind of bothers me. He makes me comfortable and I'm not used to feeling this comfortable with a man and the thing is I know it's stupid to resist but oh, Stella, get in the fucking hammock and so I listen to the woman in me and I get in and Stella knows what's best for me because once I feel my body drop down into against Winston's I know he's not going to let me fall anywhere but here.
  And then suddenly he just lets me go and it feels like I'm going to tumble out of this hammock but for some reason I really don't care, because I mean how far down could I really fall? I mean there's grass under this thing and then there's this moist soil beneath the grass because the sprinkler system comes on every morning and...I'll be so very glad when he leaves because that way I can get my drawers back (even though I can't remember what I did with the stuff that was in them) and I'll be glad to have the counter space back on that other sink so I can put all my nail polish and lotions and perfumes back where they were in the first place.