A Weekend Alone

"To think it started with wet panties..."

Jen was't ever exactly a prude. We'd been married for nearly ten years, and we'd generally had good sex. There were instances of mind-blowing events mixed with plenty of "yeah, that was worth it" rushes. It wasn't exactly easy for...

Meg always had lousy taste in men. It never made much sense. She was just a damn dumb smart person. She completed med school ahead of schedule, and knew more about infectious disease than a person should. But ask her...