There I stood, in my sweats preparing for a relaxing night with my beloved fiancée. I’m standing in my living room, all is quiet the children are up stairs asleep, then I hear him exclaim “Hot cocoa, with a mountain of whip cream, just the way you like it” I giggle at the heaping pile …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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