The Reunion of Surrender; Exerpt One
A memory of a highschool voyeuristic experience from a longer piece of Erotica I'm working on.
Jane was working late in the news office one Friday night. She knew it was lame to be working at the paper on a Friday night rather than out and about on the town, but as normal, she felt more safe hiding behind her words and her horn-rimmed glasses then sipping sodas at the mall with all the other kids. The faculty advisor had left about an hour ago and the janitor had just poked his head in to tell her he was leaving an...