This is a lengthy drive; all stretches of straight, dusty road. I cannot stand this sweltering heat. I hope John appreciates my doing this. My short cotton skirt and singlet do nothing to ease my distress. My thighs stick to the vinyl as I drive for miles. There is no sign of life on this …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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