“You've tormented my dreams and tortured my days. I hear your voice in other women's voices. The scent of your hair teases my senses…a memory I can't expunge. You haunt me, coming between me and my work and my pleasures,… — Anne N. Reisser Copy Share Image
“You've tormented my dreams and tortured my days. I hear your voice in other women's voices. The scent of your hair teases my senses…a… — Anne N. Reisser Copy Share Image
“You'll have the use of my body, Breck, until my mother is dead, but that's all you'll have of me. Not one word of… — Anne N. Reisser Copy Share Image
