He looked at her lying there, entranced by her sensuous curves, her golden glow. But it was her voice that really moved him—sometimes soft and sexy, sometimes wild with abandon. Whatever his mood, she matched it. He lifted her lovingly to his lips. Tonight they would make beautiful music together. Harry and his trumpet.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
A Tour
This morning after my shower I had a rather shocking experience. But first, a tour of our apartment, also known as "Casa Verde". I'm still not very good at posting fotos yet. So you can see our front door which opens into the middle room, with a bed for a sofa. Kitchen and bathroom (yes, that is a close washer in our bathroom). The scene of the shock.
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