Gio’s fingers quiver like branches in an autumn bluster,
as they caress the glistening caramel skin of Simona’s tear-soaked cheek. She is so beautiful, he thinks. Simona doesn’t flinch despite the terror in her heart. They kiss with lips trembling.
Bradly Milton shakes his snub nosed 38 and makes more demands…
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Words: Peter Hammarberg
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