Chapter One – Lucy
I cried during the last lap dance I ever gave. Well, Lucy cried. I often turned the dances into full body hugs. I clung around the sturdy old businessman with the gunmetal and white hair like a koala baby, my arms around his neck … read more
La Flaneuse is in a bad mood.
I become hyper-jaded sometimes. I stare at people’s faces with contempt. Big fat root beer barrellheads. I hate someone’s laugh, echoing like a weak chill. I want to peel the smile off of a girl’s dunce face like peeling a … read more