A glimpse back to earlier times; before I just came out and said “Hey, Merri, let’s go out?”. Let’s get a better look at that picture I sent with the whiskey.
I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again, that smoulder is a gift, and a curse.~
Merri was, as much as ever, oblivious to attempts at flirting. She’s a sweet lady, but sometimes she needs a clue bat upside the head.