"That son of a bitch
Facial. " She said as she held onto my arm.
. "
"I don't know," Stacey whispered. It was too much effort to move, so I continued pondering the cobwebs on the fan overhead and waited for the answering machine in the front room to cover for me
"That son of a bitch
Facial. " She said as she held onto my arm.
. "
"I don't know," Stacey whispered. It was too much effort to move, so I continued pondering the cobwebs on the fan overhead and waited for the answering machine in the front room to cover for me
"That son of a bitch
Facial. " She said as she held onto my arm.
. "
"I don't know," Stacey whispered. It was too much effort to move, so I continued pondering the cobwebs on the fan overhead and waited for the answering machine in the front room to cover for me
