Thirteen Steps from Heaven or Hell
Sheltering from the storm leads to far more temptation than he can take.
The rain tore from the sky, fat droplets hammering the driveway and bouncing almost to my knees as I rapped on my neighbour's front door. Royal blue, I noted, like those short, summer dresses she favours. Like the polka dot number that barely reached her thighs the other day while I was crouched washing my car wheels. The memory was as clear as the sky had been ten minutes before. She'd breezed past, all legs, hips and te...