He stood there gazing up at the portrait hanging above the fireplace. He'd arrived early for a meeting with the boss. After easily slipping past security he thought he'd make himself comfortable in the inner sanctum of his employer's office, in his newly acquired palace in the tropics. The heavy curtains were drawn, blotting out …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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