Last night I seduced the good doctor. He was surprised but agreeable.
It went pretty well, I think—very well, for me, anyway.
But there’s no way this morning for me to banish thoughts of my competition: strong, smooth Jenna, ten years my junior, who got there before me by at least ten days.
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.