More Cousin Judy
Last night, after coming home very late and very smoked up, I had ventured into Judy’s room and imagining myself cloaked in invisibility, took advantage of her deep sleep and enjoyed her body. She never woke up that I could tell, or she was pretending pretty good. This morning she wore a pair of red short shorts and a yellow tank top, pixie-cut short brown hair with big brown eyes glommed onto the cereal box in front of her face. I sat in my baggy lacrosse shorts and a tee, eating reading the...