![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() “Gross! How does one even accomplish that?” Reggie’s lip curled in revulsion. Or maybe they’re so massive, they obscure everything else.” “It may have been a while since I’ve had sex, but I think I could recognize a scrotum if it were in front of my face. “Yeah, but how long has it been since you’ve seen one?” To add to the creep factor, the words were composed of magazine cutouts like psycho kidnapper serial killers always used in the Lifetime Channel’s movie of the week. The blurry black-and-white photocopy had just six words at the top: Darling Reggie, these are Simply Delicious. The page had arrived in today’s mail, shuffled in with junk mail, a PG&E bill, and her monthly issue of Cooking Light. And right there”-she indicated a dark gray area at the top of the page-“I’m pretty sure that’s his butt crack.” “Well, there.” Her sister, Natalie, traced a perfectly French-manicured nail along a blurry shape. “How can you tell it’s a scrotum?” Reggie turned the page sideways, then a full 180 degrees, then back to what she assumed was the original orientation. You are amazing critique partners and even better friends.Īnd to Gajus, for your love, support, and unflagging faith in me and my dream. To Monica and Nyree, for holding my hand every step of the way. ![]()
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