“John honey, I’m sorry but I am not in the mood for this. Not tonight.” Marlena looked at the floor, as she pried John’s hands from her breasts. She just couldn’t let him make love to her when she wasn’t even sure if he still really loved her or not. “Doc… I just got …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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