"The hand still on the steering wheel flexes and clenches, knuckles turning white from the force...
Barbara places the hand on her thigh, just above her knee. Melissa freezes and braces herself for something more, but more doesn’t come."
She’s caught slightly off guard by Barbara covering her hand and dragging it up the inside of her leg."
What's A Loss of Blood When You Win A Bit Of Dirt? Chapters 14 by @the-frankenman-writes













