I can feel it coming in the air tonight...... Oh Lord...... It was half past midnight and pitch black, a nearly moonless sky overhead as they arrived at the appointed rendezvous site on what ordinarily would be considered a tropical paradise, the hot summer breeze creating a smoldering angry mood. Bo and Abe stood back …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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