Marlena is seated at the table, and she feels pretty in her dress, stunning and adventurous. Eyes made up dark, and mouth a pale pink, smiling. Craig has his hand on her, hidden by the cloth of the table. He has been drinking. This place isn’t real. A colleague is passed out, face-down on …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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