" His hands run down her back and he feels a small pang of guilt in his stomach as his angel flinches in pain
. or, at least that's what she assumes as she hears the metal door slide and scratch slightly in the track, opening and closing.
. I put my arms around her and held her tight, kissing the top of her head, “There’s no way in hell I would have made a serious pass at you, Jo. ”
“Stopped by? Oh; you were in the neighborhood already?”
“Don’t be a turd, Don
" His hands run down her back and he feels a small pang of guilt in his stomach as his angel flinches in pain
. or, at least that's what she assumes as she hears the metal door slide and scratch slightly in the track, opening and closing.
. I put my arms around her and held her tight, kissing the top of her head, “There’s no way in hell I would have made a serious pass at you, Jo. ”
“Stopped by? Oh; you were in the neighborhood already?”
“Don’t be a turd, Don
" His hands run down her back and he feels a small pang of guilt in his stomach as his angel flinches in pain
. or, at least that's what she assumes as she hears the metal door slide and scratch slightly in the track, opening and closing.
. I put my arms around her and held her tight, kissing the top of her head, “There’s no way in hell I would have made a serious pass at you, Jo. ”
“Stopped by? Oh; you were in the neighborhood already?”
“Don’t be a turd, Don
