“Turning up Gower Street, she was headed to the First Presbyterian Church, not that she had suddenly decided to become born again or some shit. No, there was an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting that was about to let out, so she… — Joel Crofoot Copy Share Image
“Turning up Gower Street, she was headed to the First Presbyterian Church, not that she had suddenly decided to become born again or some… — Joel Crofoot Copy Share Image
“Give it up to God,” they’d say, or “He won’t give you more than you can handle.” Fuck that. He preferred to just stay… — Joel Crofoot Copy Share Image
“The last thing he wanted was to see the bright, shining, happy faces of the other angels up there.” — Joel Crofoot Copy Share Image
“She returned his smile, but her body wasn’t completely satisfied yet. “More?” she asked. He bent to kiss her mouth, then moved to whisper… — Joel Crofoot Copy Share Image
“He walked toward her casually, like a lion roaming the Serengeti that knew it was the highest thing on the food chain, and she… — Joel Crofoot Copy Share Image
