"Do you have the stuff?" I ask, leaning in to look at what was inside the clear container. "Right here, same as always." "Good. I'm holding too." I tap my…
Editor's note: This story is a direct sequel to "a girl to write home about" Do you hear that...? That is the sound of my aborted child, asking for more…
“Khao San? Shit. How am I still on Khao San?” The infamous Khao San is the ultimate street of debauchery in the capitol city, in one of the most sexually…