It Could be a Foursome
The come back from griefWell, it’s been one month since my dad passed away, and I am still not over the shock. Another Friday night and my roommate won’t let me stay home again. She has called me every hour since I got home from work, I finally cave in and get dressed to meet her at the bar. She tells me not to wear my comfy jeans either; I have to wear my black latex mini dress. She laid it out on my bed. I tell her that I just don’t feel like...