“Six ball, corner pocket,” she said as she leaned seductively over the pool table, one eye closed in an attempt to line up her shot. In an attempt to kill some time and cure their Sunday afternoon boredom, John and Marlena had decided to play an enticing game of pool. Marlena followed through …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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