Debbie made a habit of attending as many rock concerts as she could afford and doing whatever was necessary to get into the group’s dressing room backstage after the show and hopefully spend the night with one or more of the lucky guys. Tonight Debbie was going to a concert featuring a group known as
It was weird. I used to hate those women who were always checking themselves in the mirror; inspecting their hair; reviewing their make-up; examining their curves and cleavage. Get the fuck over yourself, I’d think. But on the day after we got back from vacation I found myself doing the exactly same thing. Well, not