

He whirred the glass down a few inches, felt the hot sticky night air on his face.

The golf cart that had been chasing me through my dreams. His face was quite expressionless as his tones had been.


He whirred the glass down a few inches, felt the hot sticky night air on his face.
The golf cart that had been chasing me through my dreams. His face was quite expressionless as his tones had been.