Sometimes things aren't what they seem to be...and sometimes things don't work out. Getting to know where you belong. Marlena Evans was in Bloomingdale’s Department store. She was a lady in her mid twenties, long straight hair that went down to half-way down her back. She wasn’t a wealthy women… her clothes were normal, flared …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 