It was late when John arrived home. He quietly climbed the stairs and entered the bedroom. Marlena was sleeping peacefully, or so he thought. He removed his jacket and tie and hung them on the back of the chair. After removing his shoes and shirt, he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 