FRIENDS OR LOVERS
FRIENDS OR LOVERS? by Rumple Foreskin Amy Marshall sat alone and miserable on the bank of the Mississippi River. A giant oil tanker heading upstream went unnoticed. She was too busy trying not to cry. The tall redhead felt angry and weepy, and incredibly stupid for not knowing why. Leaning back against a big, driftwood log, she closed her eyes and tried to come up with an answer. What has gotten into you, girl? One minute you’re feeling great, joking with the other guests—though why anyone,...