His gaze was so soft that she would like to wrap herself with it.
She headed for a wide flat rock on the creek's bank, her posture still demanding 'no trespassing' but no longer 'trespassers will be shot.
Life peels us like an onion and every layer is softer and sweeter.
So little I know in my innocence. Ideals, like pebbles in a stream wash away, wash away. Life makes no sense.
He was nuts. He'd scammed the quarterly mental health exam and was certifiably insane. Not that that's ever stopped me from sleeping with anyone.
I fall hard and I fall fast, and I wouldn't change it for anything.
