This is an absolutely true account of the last time I visited an adult establishment when my wife and kids were out of town. I wrote most of this the day after, for a friend. I only made a couple minor fixes to post it here. Every so often I try to treat...
"Do you think about me?" "Umm, sure. What do you---" "Do you fantasize about me?" Fuck. What do I say now? Sara had come over to trade music while I worked in my home office. It was innocent enough. She was 20 now. Home from college. I'd been friends with...
It started while sitting on the living room couch. Sara—our babysitter, Beth—her friend, and me. I was back from my evening out, my wife was out of town, and the kids were downstairs, sound asleep. Sara lives next door with her parents and has been a fami...
