Hiya! It’s a lovely Saturday here in Atlanta, not too hot, and cloudy.
I had a great time last weekend at the concert my hubby and I attended. Still recovering seven days later. I suppose that’s what happens as you get older? Oh well, worth it!
Below follows last week’s excerpt from “Truck Me Back to Normal,” published by MLR Press. Enjoy. 🙂
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When his eyes finally met mine, I froze. Jesus, the man was gorgeous, all hard lines, chiseled jaw, steel blue eyes and wavy black hair. Strangely enough, he’d frozen, too, though he recovered much more quickly than I did. I reminded myself that I was here for a job, not to fuck my potential boss.
My dick said, “what a pity.” I ignored it.
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