It Begins
• Saturday, April 17th, 2004 • No Comments
She gripped his sides uncomfortably with too much force behind her nails. He thought, “Sweet Jesus, it begins,” but dare not say it for his intentions would then be all too clear. Instead he said what he knew he should: “It’ll be alright,” without knowing whether it would be or not. She continued sobbing; her [...]
She gripped his sides uncomfortably with too much force behind her nails. He thought, “Sweet Jesus, it begins,” but dare not say it for his intentions would then be all too clear. Instead he said what he knew he should: “It’ll be alright,” without knowing whether it would be or not. She continued sobbing; her [...]