Derrick was lounging on the couch with his laptop beside him and a cup of coffee in one hand when Kathleen came downstairs.
She wore red. The short dress showed off her straight legs and shapely body, it was a blood red color. The short skirt of the dress was snug at the hips, stressing the narrowness of her waist and her rounded, shapely butt.
"Well... Well. Well."
She painted her lips blood red, and her lashes darker and full with the mascara she applied on her lashes. She was smoking hot, and she knew it.
It was as if something just awakened in her and wanted to be out. She felt a passion she hadn't felt since 10 years ago when she met Bill in that heavy rain.
"I'm so f*****g hot." She wanted to feel passion. And cherished.
"I crave love. From only one person." She mused as s
