Virulently red hair just shy of shoulder length framed a cold, angular face. “You think you’re better than every single person you deal with from your husband to the bagger at the grocery store. Big cock Trying to place me. One more step and I was there. A cool northern wind sent shivers through anxious muscles. Muscles taut – eager to be put to use. No anger. “Sara, Sara, Sara,” I spoke softly shaking my head. This is not my first story but it is my first story of this nature. It was all too much. I could feel her pulse slowing under my touch. I squatted down till my face was only inches from hers and I asked simply, “Do you recognize me, Sara?”
Brow furrowed she studied my face intently and it only took her a moment before she said surprised, “You’re Ryan…
