![]() ![]() ![]() The clunk of his platform shoes drew all eyes to him. It was a little too short for his waist and she smiled secretly at the smoothness of his belly…Ī man strode in, his ponytail swinging in time with his hips. I cringed I rolled my eyes I snorted at the gushing over Solomon and, especially, his wear…ĭarker and less burly than the rest, he was cool in tight flares and a smiley face T-shirt. The story began in the 70s and I could not help but laugh at the fashionable Solomon Andrews (sorry, 80s kid here – never got to live nor appreciate the 70s in its heyday). Nothing, I don’t think, can really prepare me for my venture into The Yearning. The teacher student encounter turned me off somewhat though I cannot but profess an undying curiosity as to what happened 20 years later. ![]() More than anything else, this was a cover crush for me. ![]()
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