The first girl that came out was a lava lamp. As if her arms moved through water. Her warm motion prac­ticed and secure. Shad­ows gath­ered under her breasts. Cop­per light ovaled across her belly, licked down her thigh. Her eyes never focused. Not once. I thought she'd look at some­one, per­haps the lawyer with the […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…