John was sitting on the couch, reading through some documents for tomorrow’s board meeting when Marlena came home from dinner with Sami. He acknowledged her without turning around. “Hey beautiful. How’s Sami?” “Good. We had a nice time.” “I’m glad.” She was standing behind John, kneading his neck muscles with her hands. …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.