“Precipitate upon my erotic procession? Wha . . ?” I laughed, realizing what he meant to say. “Oh, you mean rain on my sex parade.” — Lynda Hilburn Copy Share Image
“He downed the last of his coffee, carried his mug over to the pot, poured himself a refill, and returned to the table. Why,… — Lynda Hilburn Copy Share Image
“Precipitate upon my erotic procession? Wha . . ?” I laughed, realizing what he meant to say. “Oh, you mean rain on my sex parade.” — Lynda Hilburn Copy Share Image
