Scotch on Ice

By | June 12, 2010

While the group was in the kitchen, me and Roark arrived at the front door. I hitched up my skirts to climb the stairs. “You’re wearing your gorram boots!” Roark’s lips barely moved. “Well yeah. In case we gotta run. I’m ready. Got some ChemPlast too. Can’t be too careful when you’re rubbing elbows with

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