She was always half a step ahead of him.
She was that gentle gust of wind that happened before his storm.
She was always half a step- an inch ahead.
Oh, how she bothered him.
How she bothered them all.
She was always half a step ahead of him.
She was that gentle gust of wind that happened before his storm.
She was always half a step- an inch ahead.
Oh, how she bothered him.
How she bothered them all.
She always tapped. No matter her mood or his. He'd call for her in that tone he used and she'd start tapping. Her finger, her foot, didn't matter. And when they were done he'd watch her. He'd not not...