
Comment no.139 posted by Landon: I glared across the moonlight-mottled expanse of warehouse space, desperately fighting the trembles of fear that were coursing through my body and causing my .38 to waver from its shadowed target. He knew he had to take things slow.
Comment no.140 posted by Robert: I knew he was replying to my note with the flowers this week, Every time we touch I melt. He wore a sad smile.
Comment no.141 posted by Lillian: But all that mattered now were eyes that reminded him of amber surrounded by thick black lashes to add to the warmth of them. I have teeth marks and then some.