PMS

She wanted to die, without him her life felt black and gray, like the sky. She sat in her little house looking out at the rain as it left icy trails down her window. She thought the tears on her face must look just like that, cold, wet rivers of pain. She wished someone would …

Poor Lymie Realizes Her Value

“It’s just not a good time, right now Dutch.” Lymie tried to smile professionally at Dutch Diesel, her roommate and occasional you-know-what. Lymie looked very professional, though her boobs did push out the angora sweater to flattering proportions. Lymie was Head of Public Administration here in Buttermilk Falls, and had her own secretary, even now …