He wimps out, but then, he doesn't, or does he?
Stacy McCormack and I have been married for the past eighteen years; I'm Julian McCormack. We'd been boyfriend-girlfriend, or fiancés for an aggregate of six years before that, if you count high school, and I do. And, yes, that makes our common age thirty-eight if you're figuring. Stacy back then, when we were freshmen, was a dolly as far as I'm concerned. Five-nine, slender, silky...Read On