My holiday weekend was planned a month ago. Memorial Day is always difficult for me. I lost my only child in Iraq, killed in action. I can’t believe it has been fifteen years since he was taken from me. My lifelong best friend knows this is a dark time for me and she invited me to join her for the weekend. I traveled to New York knowing I was in for several nights of debauchery. Betsy and I met in the second grade and we...

The waves crashing on the beach woke me out of a sound sleep. For just a moment, I had forgotten where I was. Then it all came back to me; Betsy’s house in Southampton. Last night was wild. The memory of three men fucking me caused a trickle from between my legs. Then I remembered Sylvia. I was in her arms when I fell asleep last night. Now my bed was empty. It was light out and I fumbled for my phone. I focused in; it re...