Chapter 15 : They told me to
You wanted to do something wrong?
Not me, they wanted me to do it.
Touch her... feel her... smell her... treat her like a woman.
The blond Rasta reacted to the gypsys facial expression...
The confused soul was being distracted, he wants to look at her, and fantasize about her, while keeping a hand in his pocket.
Strong women are a rare bread, and most of them have serious scars, but in spite of all that, I love them, respect them, and value them to their full potential.
To be continued..