A Well Lived Life Book 8 StephieChapter 73 The Best Possible Dessert
November, 1983, Chicago, Illinois I picked up Connie’s bag and she followed me out of the room and up the stairs. We went into my room and I shut and locked the door behind us. I set her bag on the floor next to my dresser and then took her hand. I led her to the loveseat and we sat down. I had one serious concern that I had to discuss with her. “Connie, when you asked about stopping, I told you that I would. My concern is that if you get excited enough, you won’t stop, even if you...