SOUTH OF NOIR, NORTH OF NUANCE
Dennis could not live with Anne in
Mexico for more than a month without
going bonkers to the enth degree.
It was not that he didn’t love her to
death as he had all the other women who
had come down the pike, but Anne had
a way of getting under his skin like
no other sexy woman could.
She had made herself more than famous with
her caustic tongue and disdainful thighs.
On one fine Friday, Dennis came up for
air at daybreak like a drowning dog and
hightailed it back across the border
before Anne could turn over in
bed and go hunting for Dennis’s heart.