A Place I d Rather Be
Rod laid down on the patio lounge to rest a moment. His 49-year-old body was already tired and it was still only early afternoon. The day was excessively hot and he was wearing just a pair of tattered faded red shorts that must have been fifteen years old, but faithfully comfortable. As the sweat slowly beaded upon his forehead he could feel his eyes close sleepily. Maybe for just a moment, he thought.Then he heard the clank of the latch on his good neighbor gate open in his side yard fence. He...
Seduction