mẫu vé số đồng tháp

Jeff walked over and examined the costume. "It doesn't have a Zipper."

They made love on the deck, where the soft tropical air caressed their bodies like a blessing. Afterward, they lay on their sides, facing each other. Jeff propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at Louise. "Your daddy's not the sheriff, is he?" Jeff asked.

She turned to face him, and smiled. "I know. That's my problem."

"I'm Louise Hollander. I own this boat."

A year later the professor had died of alcoholism, but Jeff had promised himself that one day he would go on a dig. Carthage, first, for the professor.

And that was the way it began.

"I see. I'm working for you."

A year later the professor had died of alcoholism, but Jeff had promised himself that one day he would go on a dig. Carthage, first, for the professor.

"Are you a homosexual, Jeff?"

"I'm trying to get this off," she said. "I'm having a problem with the zipper."

She sat up in surprise. "What?"

And that was the way it began.

"I don't believe it's any of your business, Miss Hollander, but the answer is no. What I am is choosy."

"Then if you want to get your money's worth, you'd better let me get on with my work." Jeff moved on to the next stanchion.

Jeff looked at the woman for a long moment before he answered. "Why not?"

A year later the professor had died of alcoholism, but Jeff had promised himself that one day he would go on a dig. Carthage, first, for the professor.

"Yes. I'm giving a dinner party tomorrow night. Would you like to come?"

She gave him a slow smile. "That's right."

Louise Hollander's mouth tightened. "What kind of women do you like? Whores, I suppose."

In their quarters at night, the crew members disparaged the passengers and made jokes about them. But Jeff admitted to himself that he was envious of them--- their backgrounds, their educations, and their easy manners. They had come from monied families and had attended the best schools. His school had been Uncle Willie and the carnival.

"I see. I'm working for you."

"You wanted to see me, ma'am?"

"I see. I'm working for you."

"You wanted to see me, ma'am?"

"You're the first townie I ever made love to. Uncle Willie used to warn me that their daddies always turned out to be the sheriff."

FeedBack
Copyright © 2022 Chrales (United States) All rights reserved. The information contained in Chrales (United States) may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed without the prior written authority of Chrales (United States)