Ocupation: Author
Life: b. March 22, 1947
Birthday: March 22
Do you know how fast you were going?" Fang looked at the speedometer..."No," he said truthfully. I tagged you at seventy miles per hour,"she said, pulling out a clipboard. I let out an impressed whistle. "Excellent! I never thought we'd be that fast." Fang shot me a look and I put my hand over my mouth.
topic: Hands, Looks, Mouths, Clipboards, Tagged, Impressed