Clarella folder her arms and turned to look out of the window of the ship. There was nothing in particular to look at, a few stars blinked and twinkled in the inky blackness of space, but that aside it was simply preferable to looking at his face.
Entering my office the first thing I noticed was her legs were as long as the days were hot.
“I’m sorry” he repeated, “I…” He paused. How could he explain that he had no idea who she was or why he had wanted to strangle her moments before.
Henderson’s mind was foggy, he was already losing control again and his head was pounding.
“Oh god yes” she groaned, eyes closed in pleasure and her body pressed against him.
Cal whispered words that were like warm chocolate as they spilled from Gill’s mouth, and she had a sweet tooth.
Henderson watched her closely from the shadows as she sat alone at the bar.
Just a quick something
Marcus Henderson was born to a poor mid-west family just after the second American civil war.
Sorry just seems to be the hardest word…