Bawdy: Five women’s stories


“You can call me Honey.”
“I’ll call you whatever you want me to, Honey. Now let’s get to business.”
Honey just stood, almost in a trance dreading what the next twenty minutes was going to be like. She hated herself right now. She hated this man. She hated all men who thought that a quick romp with a young hooker was going to make them feel better about themselves. But who was she to judge?  Continue reading “Bawdy: Five women’s stories”