Enough Ass For Two -

“How do you know about Marge?”

“Perfect,” Leo muttered, thumping the steering wheel. enough ass for two

“You’re staring,” she said, not accusingly. Matter-of-factly. “How do you know about Marge

Her name was Betsy. She led him into a kitchen that smelled of cinnamon and wet wool. A potbellied stove glowed in the corner. She poured him a mug of coffee that was strong enough to strip paint. ” Leo muttered

Leo blinked. That was… unexpectedly beautiful.