We do not remember days, Shemei, we remember moments, and the richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

My body betrayed me when he was around. Something about him spoke to a darker place inside me, a feral place. A primal place entirely free of inhibitions and responsibilities.

Life ends with a snap of small bones, a head cracked from its stem, and a spirit unmoored...

If he loved me, he couldn't kill me.

Your life is a book; make it a bestseller.

You have really great hands,” she said as he began to massage her butt. “If you ever need extra money, I think I’d be willing to pay for this.”
He chuckled. “Why would you pay me when I’m more than happy to do it for free?”
“Okay,” she agreed. “Anytime you want to rub my ass, feel free. I certainly won’t complain.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” he whispered in her ear…