My name is Tracy. I’m just another young, lonely business woman in an okay job position traveling from place to place in search of happiness. That’s what I make myself believe anyway. I’m really taking these midnight flights because I travel way too much as part of my job. Flying, I’d say, is okay. Kinda …
Christmas Massage
It was Saturday December seventeenth 1988. Tyler was playing a video game when his mom came down the stairs. Her high heals clicking quickly across the hardwood floor as she was making her quick exit from the house. He paused as I was sure she was going to give him more instructions about dinner and …