A Small Drop in a Famous Butt
It wasn’t my fault. Honest! I was sitting at the game watching my high school football team getting killed, again, when I noticed it. A small drop of sweat. It started between her shoulder blades and ever so slowly made its way down her back. It paused every so often, being held back by one or more of the tiny, fine, bit of red peach fuzz that covered her body. Then, as she perspired a bit more and the drop joined another and gathered mass. That made it fall a bit more. I thought for sure...