Clad only in a white terry cloth robe, Marlena saunters into John's home office. With a spoon in one hand and a carton of Haagen Dazs chocolate ice cream in the other, she walks over to where John sits. Deciding to go back to work, John had been practically buried in his office the last …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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