Every Day In May
Sixteen year-old May Rhodes was lying on top of her sheets wearing one of her mother's filmy baby-doll nighties. She was also unhappy. No, that's not strong enough. She was miserable. She was hot and horny. It was a sweltering night in the middle of August. Her windows were open but there was no breeze and her bedroom didn't have air conditioning. The heat wasn't the real problem although it was bad enough. "This summer started off so good," she thought, "And then everything went to...