Was Her First Kiss Her Last??
Sandra compressed her full, red lips into a frown, nearly ruining her lipstick. She couldn’t stop thinking about Troy, and that bitch, Cleo. Cleo! Some friend she turned out to be. “Well”, thought Sandra, “two can play at that game.” She stubbed out her cigarette, touched up her hairspray, threw on her pearls, and called a cab. “Take me to the Cartoonists Northwest meeting, and step on it! I’ve got a date with John Lustig!” (more…)