My Bloody Awakening: Fucking a Killer, Killing for Love
That bistro reeked of cheap wine and smoke, September 9, 1964. I sat alone, tailleur tight on my virgin body, eyes scanning the bar. Then I saw him. Back turned, broad shoulders. Heart slammed. Memories flooded: high school kisses, his miner hands gentle. He turned. Our eyes locked. Fred. My Fred. Eight years gone. Pussy […]