The Honey Pot
“I thought it was just a snack run for a girls’ night in… turns out my bestie had other plans, and I was the main course.
I’m feeling whiny and bored, amongst other things, and I decide to complain loudly about it over dinner with my roommate. “So let’s go out then.” She shrugs as she puts more butter on her roll. This, in addition to the three large pads she added before her first bite. She might have a perfect body, but the way she eats, she’ll have a triple bypass by twenty-four, mark my words. “I’m fine.” I manage through my curled upper...