Becoming Part of Her
"Becoming Part of Her" By B. Tweenercheeks I'd been dating Shari for almost six months. We'd met when I graduated from college. Shari was a dark haired gothic chick I couldn't take my eyes off of. She didn't wear lots of make up. She never wore sexy clothes. Yet I was intrigued with her dark, mysterious eyes. Her plainness attracted me. She said very little, but was very intelligent. Shari always acted so secretive she was almost creepy. In bed she was a...