Part I: The Hook
It was a sun drenched Thursday in southern California. A somewhat uneventful week was slowly but surely grinding to its end. As I was expecting my husband’s return from his job in the Texas oil fields on Friday, I was feeling miserable this week, simply because I didn’t get to enjoy some young...
My usual boy toys were all unreachable. Some were out of town, some had found girlfriends and were trying to be Romeo (how lame is that), while some others were bombarded with last minute exam preparations. Wednesday evening I tried to change my bad luck as I drove my minivan through the ghettos in search of some youn...
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