Curfew

She rests a knee on the edge of the bed, fluffing the collar of her fleece robe, "I'm clean," she smiles, sleepily. "Are you?" She frowns. "What's that supposed to mean, Johnny Boy?" She bubbles with laughter, wisps of her damp hair sliding along her now bare shoulders. She holds the robe closed with a... Continue Reading →

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