Pussy Whipped
Introduction November 7th circa 3:30 p.m.: I stirred my hot tea for about fiftieth time. I thought about dropping in another lump of sugar thinking that might make it a little less tasteless. I pondered the other three quarters of the club sandwich I’d ordered but couldn’t eat, “I tell you Bev I just don’t know what to do.” Beverly Camel is my older sister. Ever since I could remember whenever I had a problem, she was the one I could always, and I mean always, turn to. Now let’s see...