Well, yeah, the first time it hurt a little, but it was you, Joey, my husband. I don’t know why you’re here. Porn Joey side-stepped, ducked Dennis’ punch, and flipped him over so he landed on his back. He liked some of the more modern, edgy stuff, but I still loved the crooners. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t. The next day, he was sitting in a chair. By the time fourth grade started, the grown-ups saw us as a puppy-love couple, I guess, but we were just part of the gang to the rest of the Devils. It was Joey, my gorgeous man, the man who made me feel like a beautiful, well-loved woman. Joey’s parents joined our church, so we wound up in the same vacation Bible school class in August.




















