Like A Drug - Part 3
Jackson's stories come to life
“Hey, sweetie,” he greeted me with a quick hug and kiss to my forehead. Just like old times. But it's funny, I don't remember in old times him being so damned attractive. He wasn’t a big burly bodybuilder, with a beard and tattoos and rippling, sinewy muscles. He was an insurance agent, for God’s sake! But he's tall, and slim, and good looking in a really solid kind of way. He's fit not because he went to the gym, but bec...