Rachel....Rachel.....Rachel... ....just the sound of her name reminds me of her.
Who can forget about that cute/awkward face with the huge mole that glistened when the sun struck the hair coming out of it. Yes, Rachel.........
Who can forget about that gleaming smile of the yellowish tint like a butternut squash just pulled from the oven.....Yes, Rachel.........
Who can forget that fragrance she has that smells of an upbringing in the hot Texas summers of a barn, gawd I love country girls......Yes, Rachel......
Who can forget those lips, soft as 80 grit sandpaper grinding their way from my neck down to Mr. Happy, my own private Trail of Tears....Yes, Rachel........
Who can forget that sensual love making, one that makes you feel like you've ridden a bull for 24 seconds then came off and the bull steps on your crotch in your time of escape and the doctor has to remove one of your testicles that is saved in a jar placed on the dresser as a memory.....Yes, Rachel........
Who can forget that silly drunk, the one who believes that knife fights are fun and that not everyone deserves both kidneys.........Yes, Rachel.........
So, traviconllins, you say Rachel is in Dallas now? Please let me know so I can stay the hell away! If I described the right Rachel.......