Thanksgiving food that sucks
My first thanksgiving in the big apple, thousands of miles away from home, was spent being sick and cold, like some sort of peasant during the French revolution.
I know, it's not even here yet; we still have almost two weeks to go, but I'm over it already.
I have a good excuse, writing a 68, word novel in the first 19 days of November for NaNoWriMo and still keeping up with my day job.
I think Thanksgiving sucks.
Let's be clear.
People get off work and school to spend the day toiling in the kitchen, preparing dinner for their families.
"Thank you for being so concerned for me, honey.
" Dirk stuck his hands in the front pocket of his jeans, making his jacket bulge under his arms.
Each brush of his fingertips along the outside of each fleshy globe-around my areolas-pulled another moan from me.
I opened it and blinked several times.
His left arm slid around my side, his hand moving up to cup my right breast.
" When I turned my head this time, he let me.