Her husband, Ted, would be home in about fifteen minutes. She sprayed her bare thighs with perfume, doing the same with the tops of her breasts. It wa...s the evening, just starting to get dark out. She planted several candles in the bedroom which she would light up later, as she anticipated her husband and herself would be there most of the night. She slipped a lighter into one of the drawers and from the same drawer withdrew a box of cherry-chocolate candies and set it on the nightstand. She. … The world is beginning to take shape again. Sight. Sound. Smell. Taste. Touch. All my senses begin to rouse themselves from slumber. A dark, massive cave. Water dripping from the ceiling and the crinkle of dead leaves and grass underneath me. A sickly-sweet stench, like the birth of a lamb in the dead of night. The metallic taste of iron in my mouth, blood. And lastly, the delicate touch of eggshells underneath my naked back. “Eggshells? Did I land on an egg?” No. To my left is the empty husk. Apollo picked up his jeans and used them.“I wash dem when I git home,” he explained.They lay there side by side naked for another hour, talking.When it was time to leave Apollo said, “Don’t bother ‘bout bringin’ me nothin’ to eat tomorrow. Jes bring youself.”The next day after lunch the thunderclouds began to build up and shortly after four o’clock lightning filled the sky, thunder resonated through the air and torrents of rain filled the street with water rushing by the house.The rain. Cuckquean, not really. 'My life as a kitten', I guess that's a maybe. The sorority adventures of an intergalactic transvestite, bit niche. Now, what's this? That is excellent. Perfect. So for one last time let's go 'to the letter'. Dear CummiesMy name is April Fool (how fortuitous is that) and today was my sixteenth birthday. What a bizarre and strange day it's been. I'm totally weirded out by the whole thing so I really hope you can help. Please. Pretty please. And pretty please with knobs.