Chapter 97: Letting My Mind Run Wild

I'd just let my mind run wild, when Barbara threw herself into my arms-warm, eager, like it was all scripted. "Barbara, drunk?" I said, heat flooding through me. Summer nights are stifling. In the private karaoke room, the air-conditioning kept things cool, but the moment we stepped out, the air felt heavy again. Worse, she and I were crammed into a tiny space in the restroom. "I'm drunk. So you have to help me," Barbara breathed, her words hot against my cheek. She'd put away plenty of liquor...