Only Innocent Fun
I call you from the motel I am dropping my passengers at. Grateful to be rid of them I follow the directions to your house. It is about midnight when I pull into your driveway. You greet me at the door with innocent hugs and a kiss. A little to energized from the six-hour drive to sleep, we decide to work for a bit with a movie playing in the background. Thankful our conference doesn’t start until after noon tomorrow (err, today), we decide to go over my new character. I watch you make us a...