Chapter Thirty Four
A little after Mid-night, the two giggling geniuses spilled into Mal’s loft, bikes in tow, feeling elated, charged, hungry for food, drink, as well as each other.
After the liberating, life confirming, nut cracking, eyeball popping experience at the club, Mandal was ready for most anything. Most of that anything she hoped at the dominate hands of a man she now was clearly in love with.
Meeting Mal in Las Vegas of all places, in her mind was like bumping into f*****g Monet at a “Paint by numbers convention.”
So much was coming so fast at her from so many different angles and directions that she felt no longer a stranger in her own life, but now more and more an actual participant within it.
What secrets, horrible that they may be that were sunk into Mal’s heart did
