Billie winced as she tiptoed across the sun-baked deck with two cold wobbly-pops in hand. “You look smokin’ hot, sweetheart,” I said, taking the beers with one hand and pushing her into the pool with the other.
Photo by Joe Shlabotnik
Dark stories, tales of whimsy and random brain droppings.
Dark stories, tales of whimsy and random brain droppings.
Billie winced as she tiptoed across the sun-baked deck with two cold wobbly-pops in hand. “You look smokin’ hot, sweetheart,” I said, taking the beers with one hand and pushing her into the pool with the other.
Photo by Joe Shlabotnik
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