Bathtime Delight
Moira leaned back in her seat and stared at the traffic stretched out before her, the roofs of the multitude of cars glaring with the sun's blinding reflection. A pounding headache was beginning with a dull throb settled right behind her eyes, and she slumped in resignation. "Another day, another dollar, my ass," her mutter was quiet and she nearly gasped in joy as the traffic finally began to actually move in the lanes aside from the mind-numbing pace of stop-and-go. She turned the radio up...
Masturbation