“Ewwww, Alex! That’s just gross!” Tara hissed. Marisa shook Tara’s arm. “Shhhhh! I think Alex is trying to say that the poop bombs indicate that car’s been sitting there for some time.” Of one accord, the three of them peeked around the huge tree. T...
At the doorway, a long, shapely leg swung back and forth in time with the music. The blue spike heel seemed to punctuate the beat of the music. At the long table, Marisa’s best friend, Tara, the trauma hospital’s Marketing Director, elbowed Marisa in the side. “What the he...
As Alex cautiously approached the closed, metal gates, Marisa silent at his side, his eyes were drawn to the quiet house. He casually tried to open the gate, silently approving the gracious lines of the towering brick home with the pristine white shutters and trim, and the neatly manicured lawn a...