She'd wipe off her cheeks with her hands with one slow wipe, her face still red as a tomato.
"What brought you here, Mr. Harley?"
She'd wipe off her cheeks with her hands with one slow wipe, her face still red as a tomato.
"What brought you here, Mr. Harley?"
( Her friend, Mr. Kamukura, as she usually refers to him! )
( Placing her hands on her shoulders, lowering him as she stands on her tippy-toes before planting a gentle kiss on the nose. )
( Her friend, Mr. Kamukura, as she usually refers to him! )
( Placing her hands on her shoulders, lowering him as she stands on her tippy-toes before planting a gentle kiss on the nose. )