The Game Takes Shape John stood next to Marlena and tried desperately not to fidget, not to make it obvious that he was watching the clock. Waiting impatiently for the call to come in, he decided to take matters into his own hand. He kissed her, then excused himself and made the quick call to …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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