The yellow Hornet in the rain.
This is a true story, from back when I was a teenaged slut. Hey what can I say, it was the 80’s and I liked to screw. Is that so wrong just because I was a girl? It’s not as embellished as the other “true” stories here, but I wanted to keep it as close to thecomplete truth as I possibly could. There’s time enough later to write fantasy fiction. It was 1984 , I was barely 17 and it was a summer day, yet pouring down rain. I was cruising around town in my car when I saw the Yellow Hornet sitting in the park. It was Brian, a friend of mine, I’d say he was about 22 back then. I hadn’t talked to him in a while, my boyfriend at that time was …