And then there was Ben...XLV (The Intruder, II)
I had been resting on my side, propped up by a couple of cushions, my book next to me. At the end of the couch there are some shelves with glasses and such and a little bar; the cover is down, and there’s a small table lamp casting its light on my part of the couch and on my book, and on this... Sign in to see full entry.