The nights seemed all long and dilated without his girl. No one could imagine how much Dean had missed the beautiful girl with admirable, matchless beauty, long red hair, sparkling brown eyes, and delicate cuts and sharply long legs; looking beautiful sundress. He grinned and drove in silence and found himself slowly humming along to the tune of the song played in his metallic black car. The radiant light of the dying sun was falling on the road and was gleaming in the form of a pattern,, composed of perfect russet strips. Dean took the turn of his 67 Chevrolet Impala in the garage and creased his forehead as he couldnt see the Camaro. Wheres this woman? He said to himself and after parking the car, he simply took out the duplicate keys from the glove compartment, which he still had and got out of his car and unlocked the front door. Loosening his tie, he walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He beheld inside, searching for beer or some similar. He smirked as one was placed inside, Thats my girl! He said and walked to their room and plonked himself on the couch, which he remember, he used to sit on with Jenny and watch different sorts of movies. He sighed slightly and then rested his legs on the table in front without taking off his shoes, like always. She would be on some grocery store or went out to buy something for the nights meal. He turned on the TV and listened to the news and waited for Jenny.
Posted on: Fri, 16 May 2014 10:51:34 +0000
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