John walked as quietly as possible behind his wife. She was too busy digging through her purse looking for her keys to notice him coming up behind her. Jerking the purse away from her and laying it on top of the car he said, “Put your hands on top of the car and spread ‘em.” …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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