You can’t fault me for ensuring it’s in working order… what if I hadn’t used it and from this use it had fallen off?
Tell Hugh,” she whispered.Tell Hugh your freaking self! He’s right here! And you’re not going anywhere.
She exuded sexuality almost tangible, like ink obscuring the waters around the octopus before it strikes.
It is real, Lass…. You are mine as I am yours.
Dear Elizabeth, you cannot know how much joy you bring to my heart…
Every bit of you, Lass, that’s what I want…
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