She couldn’t have been out long. She awoke moments later on her face, draped over the stinking bags of insecticide at the front of the hardware store. Someone was unbuttoning her jeans. Unzipping them, jerking them down. Clyde. “Oh, yeah,” he said, panting. “Gonna fuck you both, you and her...
“He mentioned the Bald Man?” Dr. Koenig asked. Outside, the dogwood trees flanking the concrete bench had largely shed their leaves. The weather had turned colder as we slid into that time of year when a body feels the first chills borne on the winds of autumn and understands that the tempera...