Her blouse was sheer and she was bra-less. We stared and she smiled. “For once,” she said, “I want people to notice me, not my wheelchair.”
Bruce Harris enjoys relaxing with a Marxman.
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by Bruce Harris
by Bruce Harris
Her blouse was sheer and she was bra-less. We stared and she smiled. “For once,” she said, “I want people to notice me, not my wheelchair.”
Bruce Harris enjoys relaxing with a Marxman.