Marlena cuts through the chilling waters, tight strokes, her body one stiff muscle from head to toe. She loves it, the feeling of moving through water, the tightness in her lungs. The complete solitude of being underwater, senses at rest, with nothing but the feeling of the liquid against her skin. Coming up for water, …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.