"A story from the long,hot Australian summer."
Saturday, February 15 th . 7: 30am I watched Loretta’s beautifully manicured hand as she lifted the coffee pot. She smiled sweetly and poured me a cup. At dinner the night before she had told me she...
"A story from the long, hot Australian summer."
“I’ve taken her husband, now I’m going to take her lover. After that, who knows what I might take…………….” Loretta’s words still lingered in my head as I awoke. She had somehow worked her way in to my...
"A story from the long, hot Australian summer."
Saturday 12:30 pm After giving it some thought, I decided to ask Loretta out to lunch. It was the day she was to pose for me and, later in the evening, I also wanted her to sit in...