Now the line moved up and Tami went up to the other step she hated, the one where everyone could see her pubic hair. It had grown fluffy and abundant in the open air. Jen, who was gay, worshipped it, kissed it every chance she got. She wanted Tami to have it colored! Tami supposed she should be flattered but it was only another reminder of her nudity. Relax, she told herself. I’m going up to eat dinner with my friends. Not undergoing those humiliations Wanda and the De

“O.K., it’s traffic time! Construction on I-90 west of the Elgin exchange going eastbound. The accident on U.S. 14 at Ridgefield has been cleared. Illinois Route 31 at P - Prairie Grove has been shut down due to f - flooding. All operators of commercial vehicles are advised of the new regulation as t - to engine b - braking in residential areas. This is the Illinois Highway Authority station KR12CS9, operating at 530 kilohertz. . . O.K., it’s t - traffic time! Construct

Martini in one hand, cigarette in the other, standing in a foot of snow on this winter night, Mitzi is explaining Isaac’s plan to Sarah Landau. They have walked out to the edge of the rise, overlooking a downward slope and then a clutch of trees. The others are in the house. It’s one of Isaac’s dinner parties. “Isaac will clear away that part, next to that big rock, then put in a brick grill.” She sweeps wide with the hand holding the cigarette. Then she takes a puff, t

It took a while to lose them, those men who had seen Tami’s roadside doings and then kept following the black Cadillac, hoping for more. McMasters got off an exit, then drove around some back roads, then got on the interstate, fortunately not getting lost. “I’m hungry,” Wanda said, putting the remote control down and stretching with insolent laziness. McMasters was hungry too. Time to eat. “Tami, you hungry?” he said, looking over to the squirming, dirty girl in her vibra

“G - got - to - be - k - kidding - mmee - ohhh!” The blonde guy (prospect no. 3) was so obviously phony in his attempt at bad ballad singing that Tami’s appraisal was echoed by the TL’s. “You got that right, mi amor,” Rosaria said, looking sideways at the TV as she plunged her tongue deep into the pink cave between the lower lips that she was spreading with her fingers. “He’s better than number 1 though,” Myra said, sitting next to Rosaria, bending forward to suck one of t

Minutes taken 10/1/09. “Next order of business, Ms. Kleinfelter’s proposal for a modification to the Tunemasters Uniform.” “My proposal,” she said, untying the accordion folder and fishing out a stack of papers, “is to modify the lower half of the majorette uniform. This is called the ‘Petra Red String’, though of course it will be in the school colors, white on the right side and black on the left.” The papers, drawings of the proposal, were