Trent smiled at his future woman. Girls his age had already lost their appeal. They were too easy, too loud. He watched your house, the window of your bedroom, a beacon in the night. "She's going to be mine," he vows.
Trent smiled at his future woman. Girls his age had already lost their appeal. They were too easy, too loud. He watched your house, the window of your bedroom, a beacon in the night. "She's going to be mine," he vows.