8
Revelation Cove
In the cab to the train station, I feel nauseated.
It’s just nerves. Nervous nerves. Because I’m leaving everything that I’m used to and standing on my own two feet and no one is holding my hand or mumbling in my ear. Everyone else in the City of Roses is going about their lives and doing their Monday morning things … I, however, am playing hooky. Two fingers down my throat when Polyester Patty was on the line, and voila. “Take a few days off. Could be contagious.” I thank my sensitive gag reflex for delivering me unto another sin.
Tucked into my suitcase is some sexy lingerie and a new razor and body lotion that smells like summer, just in case. Perhaps Revelation Cove will reveal her secrets to me in the form of some newly single stud and he’ll want to do more than
