She smiled at everyone, but the grin she gave Sam was different. She gave him teeth. No one else seemed to get Libby’s...Miss Harrisons’...teeth. It was hard to be subordinate when she smiled like that, but coffee helped. It led his brain from the bedroom to the workroom and he was able to return to his toil. She was always there though: sprawled out in his mind and begging him to save her from her tiresome chastity.
by Jessica McHugh of Frederick