Her red hair was what made me chase her, I wanted her for myself. In an alley behind a container, I showed her what an older man could with her that her husband couldn'tIt became our place, the location where I kept taking her. A short story written in a different way, not everyone's cup of tea.
Her red hair was what made me chase her, I wanted her for myself. In an alley behind a container, I showed her what an older man could with her that her husband couldn'tIt became our place, the location where I kept taking her. A short story written in a different way, not everyone's cup of tea.