It wasn't candlelight and soft music. It never would be. It was hard and loud and it came to the point that she couldn't tell one voice from the next. His. Hers. Mingled cries counterpointing the slapping of flesh, both intentional and by force ( Read more... )

It was deja vu all over again as Noodle made the trip from Japan back to Middle Area, Pennsylvania. The long plane rides, the layover in New York City and then the bus trip from Pittsburgh into that tiny town she had called her only home ( Read more... )

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