We were out of heroin and broke. Didn’t have pills. Nothing to drink or huff. “I’ve got a plan,” I said.
We hadn’t talked since we left our West Virginia homeplace over two hours ago, both of us teary-eyed
It was around noon on a spring day in the month of May when Ms. Abedi appeared at the intersection of Shahrara and Sattar Khan Streets on the west side of Tehran.
There’s an infiltration in the group. I sense it. I see it a mile away.
This is how we play the game: pink means kissing; red means tongue.
Your affair with Connie Gervais starts the way you imagine most do.
“Why?” Althea leaned toward the splotchy-pale student who sat in her small office chair, his wide khaki thighs overflowing its seat.
“Well, here’s the good Dr. Kaspar stuck out in a field in the middle of nowhere,” LeeAnn said.
I am a disease. My very existence poisons my father’s life.