Hunger Is Only Skin DeepChapter 9
Jonathan steps through the door, tosses his keys to the small table in the foyer and quickly steps into the living room. Sitting on the couch is Sasha in the matching black bra, thong, stocking, suspenders and stilettos. She has a big smile on her face. “Welcome home love,” she says soothingly. “I stopped at the hospital and they said you left early,” he says stopping short as he looks her over. “I feel tent times better,” she says coolly. “Besides, you know I hate hospital stays.” “Who...