I’d like to say I’m not dressed up for anyone in particular, but that would be a lie.
Botox is as common as seagulls in Sarasota, but most of the women I know who use the dermatologist’s little helper still have full range of expression. Except squinting, of course.
But you’ll never get a new ending if you keep starting with the same tired beginning.
I rock in his arms under the stars and the blanket of night air, unwilling or unable to tear myself away.
You’ll never get a new ending if you keep starting with the same tired beginning.
Do you have one where you’re riding a horse or a camel? Or sitting on a rocket ship? Those are always wildly popular with men looking for sex.—SINGLE-MINDED
He stops rocking and looks into my eyes. We’re inches apart and I’m mesmerized by the tiny flecks of indigo in his blue eyes. A girl could drown in those eyes. And it wouldn’t be the worst way to go.
Well, that explains the dreamy accent. And why transvestites would make him feel homesick.—SINGLE-MINDED
Don’t you worry, darlin’,” he says, his intensely blue eyes full of mischief. “I like surprises
He gently takes the lead, and I trail behind him up the narrow spiral stairway at the back of the kitchen. His hand is warm, and holding it feels like the easiest thing in the world. Too easy. I’m going to get myself in trouble.