I say You say
A special request.
Saturday morning, the sun is shining through the curtainsand we’re going out for the day, you’re taking me shopping which you never normally do and I reckon you have an ulterior motive. The car is hot and my legs are sticking slightly on the black leather seat, it smells like the hot summer day that it is, and my arm is resting on the hot surface of the passenger door enjoying the breeze from the open window. There’s a te...