Even when I had two fully functional hands texting was not my forte. Now that I have just the one finger I communicate at the speed of Dori (from Finding Nemo) trying to communicate with the whale. By the time I have got my thoughts out there, the conversation has moved on three subj...
creeping up toward the edge of her panties. Beads of sweat started forming on Barry’s bald head, and his breathing grew shallow and loud inside the small closet. Just as she hooked her finger under the hem of her underwear, Kila’s cell phone started vibrating on the nightstand and she...