Plant your tongue firmly in cheek and accompany our intrepid fearless Reporter, Dag as he heads out to interview '" A talking Daffodil? Warning! Reading this could make you a hopeless Romantic or crazy as a Loon. Either way '" I'm not to blame. Well..., may be a little.
Ron makes a much anticipated journey back to his hometown after twenty years to attend a concert of one his favourite singers. Little did he know what profound changes were about to happen in his life over that weekend.
One evening, as they sat on the couch watching a movie, Ava felt her mother's hand brush against her thigh. She tensed slightly, but didn't pull away, her pulse quickening as Zoe's fingers traced small circles on her skin. "Mom..." Ava breathed, turning to face her. Zoe's eyes were dark with desire, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Do you trust me, Ava?" she asked softly. Ava nodded, hardly daring to breathe. Zoe leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Ava's ear. "Good," she murmu