“You really want to know what I’m grinning at?” he asked. “Yes” Jean said. “Ok, I’ll tell ya, see when you get past this belt buckle darling, you’re gonna know I don’t wear underwear.”
Meanwhile, the front cover of the latest Sun & Health magazine, lying here, on top of my printer, is doing its best to attract my attention.
Years ago, I knew a young lady for a while who was actually a bit upset about my being frank on the subject of believing that redheads had, o.k., let’s use the term: spunk.