There she was, shining like a beacon cutting through a sea fog. Platinum hair and a slash of red lipstick. Gramma would have called her a Jezebel. But she was no wanton hussy. She was classy, powerful, in control.
Bugler’s Beginning by AJ Millen
There she was, shining like a beacon cutting through a sea fog. Platinum hair and a slash of red lipstick. Gramma would have called her a Jezebel. But she was no wanton hussy. She was classy, powerful, in control.
