A Night Inside Valerie’s Toy Box
It was a sweltering night in South Georgia. When I opened my vehicle door after pulling into Vicki’s driveway, I was met by a rush of thick, muggy air. I had come to see my cousin Vicki; her sexual abilities made enduring the weather worthwhile. I stepped up on Vicki’s front porch, which was bathed in the bright yellow light that supposedly drove away all of the mosquitoes. The sounds of crickets chirping and bullfrogs croaking from a nearby creek accompanied the sound of the screeching screen door on Vicki’s front porch. Holding the screen door open with my left hand, my right hand reached forward and turned the doorknob, which let me into the relatively cool air of Vicki’s house. I closed the front door, and the screen door crashed shut behind me. As …