Her arms went about me passionately and sharp fingernails clawed at the flesh of my bare back, not hard enough to draw blood but leaving streaks of whiteness behind them when they fell away limply.
Ahh, Cherry Blair, she leaves a brand on the mind…
There was a faint moon overhead and the night air of mid-summer had a sensuous feel about it… and I have miles to go before I sleep.
So I turned the key, toggled the switch and put the Model 1 on full song. The custom D&D exhaust’s raucous reports had me clicking up and down through the Baker Drivetrain to entertain myself and anyone within earshot.
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