Dunning
I didn't come from a rich family. As it turns out, I did come from a horny family. It was mid-February of 1989, a month after my 23rd birthday. I had come to New York for a vacation. I'd just spent the 12 months since getting my B.A. by earning my Masters. As with my first four years of college, I had supplemented a very small scholarship with very large loans and whatever part-time work I could find, usually word-processing. Unlike my first four years of college, I hadn't had a man more...