Awakenings
A woman passes her lust to the next generation
I was walking home from a party, soaking wet from the rain and so drunk I could hardly see ten feet in front of me. A few blocks from home, a car pulled up. The window rolled down and I saw one of the teachers from our school, Mrs. Riley, inside. "You poor dear, get in. I’ll take you home." I got in and she drove away. I tried to surreptitiously wipe a tear from my eye, but she noticed. "What’s wrong?" I sighed. "I had a...