The lights around the mirror hit me hard in my eyes. I’ve had them closed tightly for so long that they struggle to adjust to the naked yellow bulbs. I bring the white square handkerchief to my brow and find that not only am I sweating to no end; I also have a light damp [...]
Rant
Aunt Beverly
Inappropriate thoughts about the length of your aging Philosophy lecturer’s legs? Bartered your class notes for a long-overdue fondle? Auntie Shaw’s illegitimate 2nd cousin twice removed is here to offer her thoughts on your misfortunes.