I’ve always wanted to have sex with an F.B.I. agent
09/24/2024
Sipping her vanilla milkshake, she sat at the bright white formica table in Baskin-Robbins in her cheerful pink sweater, waiting for the pedophile. The song on the radio reminded her of a tune she had heard once in her father’s antique collection of phonograph records. As she listened, the melody reminded her of the ancient playback device, the slow rotation, …