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A story written in segments by many different authors.
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Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Her eyes fluttered open, and she shook her head to get the picture of that little boy out of her head. Nervously, she glanced over her shoulder, then breathed a sigh of semi-relief. The lean back was that of a young man. He’s twenty-four now. Twenty-four. The thoughts skidded back across her mind and landed at the back of her throat. Her stomach lurched and her head spun as she sat up too fast. This she would blame on the tequila shots, even though it was possible she was suffering from self-disgust at the depths of slut-dom to which she had sunk.
It was his eyes. She couldn’t say no to those eyes. Yes, she had been his babysitter, fifteen years previous. Yes, her cousin was his adoptive father. Christ, that was disgusting.
posted by Bored Housewife at 8:57 PM
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Book: A tilted, comedic look at a self-obsessed woman who truly believes that every man she meets would be better off with her—if only for the moment.
posted by Bored Housewife at 7:25 PM
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