Jen White books

Survival Strategies of the Almost Brave

“That’s all settled. We’re room two-oh-two,” the Lavender Lady said, tossing her purse back through the rack of clothes so it perched on top of Billie’s stomach. She sat on top of me, her wet shorts seeping into mine. I shoved her over, our butts wedged next to each other on the floor. The clothe...