I don’t know if it’s the therapy of dreams, the passage of time, but no matter how miserable you are when you fall asleep, you wake up feeling just a little lighter. Well, today wasn’t one of those days. I woke up with the feeling of a vice clamped ...
The woman on the train was in her fifties, red haired and robust about the middle. She had a Birmingham accent, giving her a tendency of drawing out certain words. Georgia shrugged, forcing a smile. “Honestly, I just have a very randy imagination, I guess.” The woman leane...