Meeting Miss Ma'am

"Sure" you texted me.

It was a simple, unvarnished word, but in this instance, laden miraculously with the stuff of utter elation.

I had arranged a trip out to the mountains on a pretext with the hope of seeing you for the first time. It was a very adult thing, I reflected on the flight over. I mean, there were various arrangements to be made, accommodations to be booked, wardrobe to be packed, etc. It wasn't something done on a whim. It was queerly, automatically s

meeting miss ma'am

Read more

straponstory.xblog.in © All rights reserved