Ode to Love...Part two. She sauntered over, smiling, graceful, beautiful. I pulled my Beretta from it's holster, one through the heart, one through the head, not taking any chances, I had seen that look before. — Eric Nickel Copy Share Image
“An optimistic early-rising whore with red lips and red boots sauntered along, smiling hopefully at middle-aged men, but there were no takers at this hour.” — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
