""I could hear her heartbeat where she stood, smell her skin and her perfume.
Almost taste the life in her veins..
My outraged bellow sent her running to her vehicle, the pock pock of her high heels coming more as a stacatto series of machine gun like clacks. ""
Just D A N G !
Bob, do we gots us another writer or what?
"Bob, do we gots us another writer or what?"
No, I'm merely a babbler.