Jude and I Drove to See A Thirty-Eight-Year-Old Woman With Big Boobies - Short Story Part 2
Still holding my hands, she looked closely at my palms. She ran her thumb past one of the lines. Concerned, she began to say something, but then scanned my face and stopped herself. Instead, she decided to say something else: “You have small hands.” “Not really.” “Yeah, you do.” Her own hands felt petite and slightly calloused, and some of her nails were glittered with little diamond-looking…











