Virgin no More
It was a cool, fall full-moon night and I danced in the glen beside my home, wearing my sheer white negligee and waving one of those florescent green glowsticks as I danced, giving the truckers a show. Maybe. I doubted if they could really see anything but a white-female looking form dancing half-a-mile-away in the moonlight. Yes, I was being a cocktease. (Isn’t a gurl supposed to flirt? Jeeeezzzzzz.) I returned to my computer and signed off for the night, relishing in my dance as a gurl in...