He Loves Her
The taxi pulled up at the gate. Sam paid the driver and gave him a handsome tip. The rain was pounding off the ground and the taxi. He got out the car and went round to the other passenger door. Denise was dreading getting out of the car, the weather had come from no where, it was July and a beautiful day so she had dressed for such a day, choosing her white sandals and white linen dress. Sam appeared at the door and she felt the cold surge threw the gaps in the door. Sam stuck a dripping hand...