“John, pull over please,” Marlena begged John as she squirmed uncomfortably in the plush leather seat of John’s black Viper. Looking down at the small clock he saw that it was almost 12:30 am. After a long night spent with good friends at Tuscany, he wanted nothing more than to take his wife home …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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