There’s Nothing

There’s Nothing

“Show me what’s under your dress,” I said, as she lay down on my bed with a shy smile. “There’s nothing,” she whispered, her knees touching even as she sat up on her elbows. Her cotton dress was pretty and old, and it sat on her thighs completely aware that it was in...
Home From College

Home From College

(From the first chapter of Disgusting Beautiful Immoral) Jane sat on the bed smoking and staring at me with a grin I found joyfully familiar. I took another few drags off my cigarette before crushing it out on the ashtray, and I instantly moved closer to her on the...
Loving Her More

Loving Her More

“Is she prettier than I am?” she asked, her lip trembling at the question. This was a new game for us, but I knew the answer the second she asked it. I had asked her the same thing, albeit with different words, for a long time. I knew how she felt asking, and I could...

Fucking Times Square

“I thought Times Square was supposed to be gross or something,” she said, as she bummed a cigarette. We were standing on 8th Ave looking down 42nd St at the bright lights, the honking traffic, and the giant billboard advertising Jay-Z’s new album. I shrugged my...
Are You In Trouble?

Are You In Trouble?

The sheets were terrible and there was no open window with a breeze flowing in. There was a half empty bottle of beer next to the bed full of cigarette butts and in the other room, someone was listening to Dolly Parton too loudly. The walls were covered in posters,...