There’s little difference between the gaze of my admirers and the gaze of my enemies.
“…and the syphilis was just icing on the cake!” Carmen licked the inside of Beryl’s ankle. Beryl had heard this story before, the last time she’d…
The pounding never ended, not the fists of the moneylenders at my door, nor the headboard against the wall. My neighbor, Doris, made her money…