“No, if I knew my girl, she was fuming on the other end, because nobody held her back from doing what she wanted. Not cancer. Not a hundred and eighteen years of drumline tradition. Definitely not some insecure motherfucker who… — Stacy Kestwick Copy Share Image
“My eyelids drooped at the contact and I fought the instinct to rub against him and purr my pleasure. Mark him as mine. It was like his pheromones were custom designed to have the impact of a sucker-punch, stealing my… — Drumline, Stacy Kestwick Copy Share Image
