“John, I can’t believe that the jet had mechanical trouble,” Marlena said pensively as she stared out the small window of the airplane into the dark abyss. “Well with all the miles we’ve been traveling it was bound to happen,” John said with a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eye. …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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