It was 1:15 in the morning and Bobby was discovering the expression 'if you can't find it, grind it' didn't only apply to driving a stick. It had its uses in the back seat, too.
She put her hands on his hips to guide him (they were too close together for her to reach much else), and panting, he steadied himself and followed her gentle direction. And like a penitent in Purgatory, the gates opened for him and there was Heaven...
About Me
- Andy Byers
- Andy Byers was born. He was not a finalist for the 1994 Governor General's Award. Andy has not had several columns and articles published in The New Yorker and The London Times, nor is he the author of such novels as Stephen: A Journey's Windbag or The Hyphenated Erection. Andy is not an associate professor at the University of Toronto, where he does not teach Chauserian Middle English nor Renaissance Swedish Poetry. Andy does not reside in Kanata, Ontario, where he does not make his home with wife Temerity, son Christopher-Napoleon, nor a St. Bernard-Chihuahua mix named Boomer. At the time of writing, Andy Byers is, and hopes to continue.
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