Start your morning with hot coffee and a tight ride from Emily Thorne

Mark stood up and raised his glass, leaned down with his other hand and pulled Kerrie toward him, kissing her hard while the crowd broke into laughter and applause. Part of her screamed “you know better, he doesn’t own you” but another part whispered, quietly but with more power, “feels good,
doesn’t it?” It did. XXX “What are you looking at, honey?” Mark asked. I buy you a drink and you go back and sit down with your friends. He’d even argued with her senior year when she pierced her ears. That first weekend, she went to the pharmacy and bought a hair brush with a flared handle, a nail file, a box of gauze bandages and a tube of KY Jelly.