“Doc, where is the phone charger,” John asked as he looked at the blank screen on his cell phone. “I can’t believe I forgot to charge my phone. I need to make a phone call.” He gripped the steering wheel tightly and concentrated on the road, unaware of Marlena’s actions. “Maybe it’s in the glove …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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