Originally Posted by FAX
She appeared even more beautiful than when she'd graced his bed that morning, Iowanian thought.
He wanted nothing more than to hold her again, to kiss away the distress he'd caused her, to never allow anything or anyone to hurt her again. He would make amends to her, he vowed it. He would devote his life to making it up to her.
"I will never harpoon you in the baows with a rusty, shit covered potato fork again, my dear," he said.
That's.........well...that's just beautiful!