The wriggling finger stub stuck out again between the bars. It wiggled insinuatingly. The voice continued, “More, lady, more,” I was afraid to look up into the eyes. I felt giddy and dizzy, completely turned around, lost.
June 9, 1983
Posted June 9, 1983
The wriggling finger stub stuck out again between the bars. It wiggled insinuatingly. The voice continued, “More, lady, more,” I was afraid to look up into the eyes. I felt giddy and dizzy, completely turned around, lost.