I had one job. One simple fucking job. But I’m getting ahead of myself. There I was, finally alone after the longest week of my life. Roommate gone for the weekend. No surprise visitors. Phone on silent. I’d been edging toward madness since Monday, every failed attempt at privacy leaving me slick and aching between my thighs. I didn’t waste time. Kicked the door shut, yanked my jeans down, panties following in one gracele...

The October air carries a bite tonight, sharp enough to stain my cheeks crimson but not cold enough to explain the wild drumming behind my ribs. My fingertips tingle as I pass through the fairground entrance alone, deliberately so. The turnstile catches, then yields with a metallic click that reverberates through my hollow chest. No friends trailing behind, no casual date to witness what comes next. No safety net. Just me...

My car sits alone at the far edge of the lot, windows completely frosted over from eight hours in the cold. White opacity, thick and perfect. I glance around. Half-empty parking lot behind the strip mall. One flickering streetlight. A few cars clustered near the building. No one watching the frosted sedan gathering ice in the shadows. My hand shakes as I unlock the door. I've been thinking about this since lunch, since th...