Sally s Secret LoverChapter 7
The tobacco-brown station wagon nosed into an angled parking place at the curb in front of the drugstore. In the back, Duke whined and wiggled his sinuous form expectantly. "No, boy," Lauralee chided the big dog affectionately, "stay. I'll only be a few minutes, and then we're going for a nice ride, OK?" The dog sat down patiently. She opened the door and stepped out gracefully, the flash of exposed brown thigh drawing a flicker of interest from two loafers who were ranged along the...