Flip flops, flung from her feet, lay partially buried in the hot white sand, her bare feet off to seek the cool of the damp sand near the water line. They lay, their daisies unruffled but dipped in the sand, […]
Charms. He’s got them all. Everything a man ought to be. Wide jaw, dark eyes, lots of hair. He’d use them all on me or anyone else. And he’s perfect. No one loves me more than he. Unfortunately he’s decidedly gay.