When the love of your life leaves you, all you can do is go fishing. Just make sure you have the right bait.
It was Hamish’s choice to become a skinner; but, choices have consequences. The last memory he had of his little Elise was her pouty cherry lips saying “Ba-ba, Da.”
Trevor looked into Sydney's eyes, but his peripheral vision was zeroed in on Sydney's small but well contoured and shapely bust. "Do I know you?" Trevor said.