The bed had become something that would shock even the horniest teenager. The smell in the room was powerful. The smile on their faces wide.

She yawned and a large bug flew into her mouth and she swallowed it. And he said, I should be so lucky, and she said, You sound like my mom.

She picked his trumpet off the floor and said, You don’t play this anymore. He threw off the sheets and repeated what she’d said. Mockingly.