Last Night in Barcelona
"Let's go."It may have been hard to hear me over the blaring music, but she nodded immediately. We fled the dance floor and hurried out of the club. I held her hand as we made our way down the winding streets of Bari Gotic. She was a sight to see. She wore a simple low cut black top that allowed plenty of her breast to show. On her feet were the red flats we had purchased earlier in the day. "Here" she said handing me the keys to the apartment. Fumbling, the right key finally found its way. We...