Margaret woke up with a feeling in her stomach she knew all too well. Stretched out on a bed made of buffalo hide, she uttered a groan, then softly rubbed her belly in hopes of lessening the pain. The nasty cramps in her lower stomach told her it was that time of the month, and …
Emerald Eyes
We met at the “A Perfect Circle” concert. I never could listen to “The Noose” without tearing up. I looked up to see that I wasn’t the only one. There she stood, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was just a little shorter than my six foot frame, with long, thick red …