Chapter 3: Things That Go Bump in the Night
One night is not all you need.
The words echoed through her mind as she drove home. Well, Gladys might be right, she decided. But she was hardly going to do what her friend had apparently done, and look to get laid by a younger guy just for the hell of it.
And where would I go, anyway? She thought as she ran hot water into the tub. One of the college bars over at Portland State? God, wouldn’t that be just as depressing as f**k. I’d be like one of those losers who keep coming back after graduation, crashing frat parties and trying to relive the glory days when I was twenty-one. With my luck, someone would recognize me. Or maybe I should go to the food court at the mall. She giggled at the thought of her sashaying around, dressed in a transparen
