Out on my first blind date, he reached over to stroke my face. He turned, a devilish grin creeping across his pockmarked face and said, “I love how your skin feels; let’s see what it’s like from the inside.”
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
Out on my first blind date, he reached over to stroke my face. He turned, a devilish grin creeping across his pockmarked face and said, “I love how your skin feels; let’s see what it’s like from the inside.”