“SON OF A BITCH,” Followed by, “Figlio di una cagna,” in a heavy Italian accent booming loudly through the apartment, causing my body to shake even more . I told him to try it. . He was older than me; married and lived in another state, the chance of us meeting seemed impossible, although we often talked about it. I lay my head on his shoulder and soon I noticed we were turning off the main road, going down a dusty, country-road
“SON OF A BITCH,” Followed by, “Figlio di una cagna,” in a heavy Italian accent booming loudly through the apartment, causing my body to shake even more . I told him to try it. . He was older than me; married and lived in another state, the chance of us meeting seemed impossible, although we often talked about it. I lay my head on his shoulder and soon I noticed we were turning off the main road, going down a dusty, country-road
“SON OF A BITCH,” Followed by, “Figlio di una cagna,” in a heavy Italian accent booming loudly through the apartment, causing my body to shake even more . I told him to try it. . He was older than me; married and lived in another state, the chance of us meeting seemed impossible, although we often talked about it. I lay my head on his shoulder and soon I noticed we were turning off the main road, going down a dusty, country-road
