She thought about the rolling hills and small valleysilluminated in sunlightand shadowedthe grass was greenthe day was warmnot stickythe Virginia bree..
"Look at these grays,"she saidrunning her fingertips against the soft grain on his temples.Her breasts made half moons pressed against his chest. Thei..
I remember sitting in a cafeLeaning back in my chair as I pulled the thick smoke into my lungsHearing the quiet music playing on the overheadAnd looki..