Inside the jacket
In the hotel restroom, I was cleaning my blouse soaked with milk stains when a pair of hands caressed my softness from behind.
I grabbed that groping hand and threw him over my shoulder. My mother-in-law rushed up and slapped me across the face.
Because I had fractured her precious son’s tailbone...
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Today was the baby’s one-month celebration party at a fancy downtown hotel in Chicago. I’d been bustling around since early morning.
Even with the air-conditioner cranked up full blast, I was still sweating buckets.
