The Older Woman
I rolled over and checked the time on my phone. 4 A.M. Great. I was lying on the floor of my friend Tammie's bedroom. We'd just got back from dinner with a group of friends for her 18th birthday, and she told me I could crash at hers. I couldn't sleep.I stood up, and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My light hair was rumpled with tossing and turning. I was wearing a baggy pair of pajama bottoms, and a tight-fitting vest top, so low cut you could see the top of my seep purple silk bra. I...