Joanne
It was a lazy summer evening and the sun was just disappearing from the horizon. The Medway town cottage glistened in its last playful rays. The air was humid and hot, heavy with dust, and not a single movement in the air could be felt for the last several hours. Even the trees around seemed silenced. Joanne streched her beautiful legs on the sofa. She was lying there for the past several hours, reading a book. Shorts and the upper part of an old swimming suit were covering her slender body....