The prettiest, most alluring female I ever knew was named Rebecca Fox. She was dark-complected, had shoulder-length chocolate-brown hair, and a youthful, curvaceous figure. I knew the aptly-named Ms. Fox for just one year, but I was smitten. She was given to wearing actual flowers in her hair, simple cotton dresses, and a ruby pendant … Continuar leyendo “Foxy Lady” by Bill Tope