Mikhail
I woke up to a very familiar smell. My girls cooking. She was the best.
Even before we got together and I was just secretly obsessed with her I loved her cooking. I looked forward to it. Not just the food but the subtle smile she always gave me at my excitement. And her cookies? Get out of here. Amazing.
I stood by the kitchen entrance and just watched. She had some kind of classical music playing swaying those ki*ler hips of hers. She was an artist when it came to cooking.
She must have felt me. She turned around with the most gorgeous look on her face pure adoration. The fact that a few months ago she was being tor*ured and beaten she never gave in. Never let it bring her down. He*l, she even ki*led that fu*ker without blinking. She was perfect for me.
Today I had a spa
