“Hey pal! Why don’t cha’ watch where you’re goin’!?” I look up, my eyes focusing first on a pair of black cowboy boots then moving to a pair of dark jeans and a cream suit jacket; silently, I curse myself for being so clumsy. “Sorry, man.” He grins with discolored teeth, and I …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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