The Thing About Tracy
The Thing About Tracy. By Tanya H. Part One. He was the one: I knew that with joyful certainty. Funny, handsome, articulate, bright, independent, his name was Dale and he taught maths at a secondary school only down the road from where I worked. We met at the gym, if you must know - though it isn't important here. It is enough that you know that in my twenty fifth year Dale was going to be gifted my virginity, such as it was. Bear with me please. Accordingly, I dressed to...