Fixing the Garbage Disposal
I looked into my bathroom mirror. I am a healthy divorced woman. I have needs.
I had a short love affair with Jack, my favorite self-pleasuring tool. But Jack is limited, being a tool, and so this woman is desperately in need of a real man. I pride myself in being a self-sustaining woman, since my divorce. I didn’t need a man, I had Jack. But Jack couldn’t fix a garage door and he certainly couldn’t fix a broken garbage disposal. I thought about my next door neighbor, Alex, who had recently come to...