Amateur homemade mature housewife
He hadn't left a note either day.
But he continued to kneel there, his eyes burning into mine. My chest shuddered and heaved on my next inhale and exhale, the ropes feeling like they were what was holding my heart and lungs inside me, not my ribcage.
Inside was a delicate gold chain with a shimmering charm dangling from it: two green leaves of holly and two red berries. He took the box from me and held it in his palm.
If you hadn't walked by, it would have been someone else.
We had been stationed in front of one of those preppy stores.