John walked through the doors and entered the smoky, darkened bar. Music blared loudly in his ears as he swept his eyes over the crowded room, searching for someone. Then he saw her, sitting at the bar, her back to him. Her long blond hair curled and cascaded down her bare back. She donned …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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