A Story About Fucking
“Am I at the right place?” I asked myself, checking the house number just one last time, before the door finally swung open. “Excellent. I’m-” My breath was gone. I didn’t even exhale, it just disappeared. “Can I help you?” she asked, covering her eyes from the bright morning sun. One strap of her dress fell down to her shoulder, while the other struggled to keep the woman contained. I averted my eyes, knowing that the lace fabric only needed to slip another half of an inch before she would...