One night after some passionate love- making, I rolled over, looked at Rhonda and said,
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
She rolled over and said,
“Don’t. Just Don’t.
Too Late! How could this White – Trash Okie Woman possess such much subtle knowledge and inject it into my mind?
Of course, I fell even more madly in love with her after that.
I miss her.
I miss her smile.
And her Laughter
And her body