I parked next to a black truck with massive wheels, maybe three feet tall, chrome running boards, and a rubber bag that looked like testicles hanging off its hitch. I always wondered what kind of man needs a vehicle with tires that huge. Was he showing off, part of the Monster Truck games I once saw on television, or compensating for some shortcoming? I pulled my bag from the car and walked toward the front door. A white wooden porch encircled the house and the six pots on the front porch had plastic flowers in them. An obvious attempt to spruce the place up had fallen short since I could still see the price tags wrapped around each flower’s stem. I had never stayed at a boarding house. Did you just walk in or knock? Before I could make a decision, a woman in a yellow flowered dress swung open the door and engulfed me in her arms. Okay, I have no problems with people hugging me, no issue with personal space, and children hug me all the time, but this woman was a total stranger.
What do You think about Peggy Dulle - Liza Wilcox 04 - Saddle Up?
