She was banging away on it as if it was a life-or-death situation.
She’s way too smiley, and she’s talking at the speed of science… science… science.
She’s married, supposedly, but she’s always with the office guys, all flirty.
“‘Stop, stop, stop, fucking stop!’ I said to my husband.”
Right then and there I said to him, “I’m not having sex with you any more, until you get rid of the raccoon.”
Not wanting to get in the middle of anything, my mouth stays shut.
Steve would like us to know the following:
Steve Conway has been an adjunct professor, musician, and line cook. He is an Academy Award-winning illustrator who now creates content for Sent Tenses: short serialized fiction featuring stories of revenge, dysfunction, dangling adhesive bandages, and occasional flesh wounds in an amber wash of povidone-iodine solution. Content sent to your email every Tuesday-Thursday-Sunday. AI-Generated images daily. Sign-up for your free subscription today here. (Gmail users: please check under your “promotions” tab to confirm your subscription).
Steve, thank you!
