Reckon women don't think like men. Why on earth don't they learn how? I rubbed my face. Ain't meant to, honey. I smiled and kissed his brow. It occurs to us to ask the same thing. Keeps the world turning, I suspect.
Nancy E. Turner
Reckon women don't think like men. Why on earth don't they learn how? I rubbed my face. Ain't meant to, honey. I smiled and kissed his brow. It occurs to us to ask the same thing. Keeps the world turning, I suspect.