The sun's rays flow freely through the open French-doors of John and Marlena's bedroom. Two half-naked bodies lay spooned together beneath a thin cotton sheet on the king size bed; both peaceful in their slumber. Risky? Yes. Especially with two impressionable children in the house that may come bouncing in at any given moment but …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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