John Black sat in the middle of a boring meeting and checked his watch for the tenth time. He began to doodle on his notepad and wondered how in the world he could discreetly leave this meeting. "Damn it Austin, this is YOUR baby. Why me?" Suddenly his cell phone rang. With reflexes that hadn't …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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