Spit-Roasted on the Beach – The Quantum Slut, Chapter 27
"A horse, two riders, and a woman spit-roasted on the beach! Who could ask for anything more?"
JamesI cradled my two playmates in my arms, one on each side, and marveled at how a dirt-poor kid from a tar-paper shack in the Ramapo Mountains of New York could get so lucky. And I especially appreciated my newly-minted...