Rage

Playing on the knife’s edge between safety and danger is where the fun is.

I watch a man improbably pick up a woman on the train, and am consumed by envy and rage.

Two females sit side by side. Each is beautiful, with symmetrical features, long, flowing hair, and luscious, dramatic curves. Their legs are long, their hips are wide, their breasts are firm, round. Each is biologically mature, capable of reproduction. One…