She holds her thumbs inside each fist to hide the scabby nubs. The moist environment of her hands squeezed tight hosts the spread of the tiny warts that bubble tentatively alongside her nail bed and lower lip. Her hands always seem to be in need of a wash; dirt and paint hide wherever they can …
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FLASHED
I was flashed twice by older men when I was a kid. The first time, a friend and I were leaving the deli and a wealthy looking guy in a red corvette pulled along side us to ask for directions - distracted by his arm gesturing below as he spoke, we looked down at his …
Jolie Laide
When I was fifteen, I hosted a French exchange student in my home for a week. Dmitri looked just like the drawings of Jean-Claude in my Tricolore text book with his wavy long hair and hawkish nose. I was crushing hard despite his matchy-matchy pastel sweatsuits that looked like baby onesies. Toward the end of …
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