Every bit of skin from the neckline of her shirt up to her hair was beet red
. .
. When I stopped, they both got out, one to each side of the car and with my windows down began to ask very rude and possibly incriminating questions of us. Though living in the same complex she never approached me again
Every bit of skin from the neckline of her shirt up to her hair was beet red
. .
. When I stopped, they both got out, one to each side of the car and with my windows down began to ask very rude and possibly incriminating questions of us. Though living in the same complex she never approached me again
Every bit of skin from the neckline of her shirt up to her hair was beet red
. .
. When I stopped, they both got out, one to each side of the car and with my windows down began to ask very rude and possibly incriminating questions of us. Though living in the same complex she never approached me again
