Watson grips the chair and pushes it harshly into the desk behind me, “Do. Not. Play. Games. With. Me. Boy.” He spits out, “I am a kind man but she is like a daughter to me and I see the way you are looking at her.” His bite is sharp and I am left stunned. I watch as he walks away without so much as a glance back in my direction.
Yesterday David and I thought it would be romantic if we went on a mini camping trip for our two year anniversary. And to tell you the truth I am half tempted to lie to you all and talk about how perfect the night was and how we camp all the time. But, let's call … Continue reading Our Camping Experience (Buck Hall)