Chapter Twenty-OneThe rubber lets out a high-pitched squeal in its attempt to stay connected to the road as I take a Nascar-worthy turn into the driveway of campus. Mick Jagger is singing “Gimme Shelter”, the lyrics describing a situation considerably more desperate than mine. Despite having killer background vocals that never fail to leave me feeling envious, the song still manages to mold my forehead into a furrowed brow so severe that it’ll likely take a half bottle of wine, several toe-curling orgasms, and an act of the All Things Youthful God to smooth it back into place.
The stalker-induced euphoria from leaving the note on The Shark’s car is left back at the mall parking lot, the anticipation of Big Mama waiting for me is quick to smother my glory and tug me back to reality, back t
