Sultry, martial women into kinky living have a Tennessee adventure.
"Let me off here," Lynn said quietly. Dutifully, I pulled over the SUV. The afternoon Tennessee sun baked the dusty asphalt and brightened the lush greenery to either side. But to me, there was a darkness around Lynn, as if she were fading into the coming night. "Are you sure?" I asked softly. "Yes." She got out, pulling that ridiculous case out of the back seat. I gave her one last look:...Read On