Wet Spot Feb.06.2006
Water mixed with suds rolled down my torso and slid across my extremities as I stared at the door, still shaking from Starlet’s anger-induced exit. It’s a horrible thing—I couldn’t help thinking—to leave a man hanging . . . literally. “Dammit!” I grunted. The evaporating waters had begun to cool my body, but my heart [...]