at the menu when ordering her morning shot of espresso and a side of greasy bacon. The Tale of the Right Thumb
"They aren't pretty, are they, sweetheart?" Madeline rasped, her voice a low gravelly purr. skanky mature thumbs
The young man turned bright red and tried to stutter an apology. at the menu when ordering her morning shot
on her beat-up 1982 El Camino.
One rainy Tuesday at the Rusty Anchor pub, a young, impeccably groomed tech worker sitting next to her made the mistake of staring. His eyes were locked onto her hands as she gripped a glass of neat whiskey. Madeline didn't flinch. sweetheart?" Madeline rasped