Bee Stings
It was a Sunday morning. My parents had gone off to church, as they did every weekend. I was enjoying some alone time, making my own offering on the altar of the porn gods, when I heard a timid knock at the door. Shit, I’d forgotten Kim was still home. She usually went to church with my parents, but she had just returned from a Christian summer camp yesterday, where she had been working as a counselor for the last 4 weeks. She’d been really upset when she got home. “Um,” I hesitated, trying to think of an excuse to stop her coming in, but came up short. “Hold on…” I began, but the door had already clicked and was swinging open. I had grown complacent during her absence. Luckily the muscle memory from my …