Chapter One
The lessons began at age four. “Don’t open that door for anyone,” Nana said. “I don’t care what he says he’s here to fix. I don’t care if he shows you a policeman’s badge. You do not open that door. Do you hear me?” At
Tony had been a regular for a couple of years. I enjoyed everything about him and lit up when he came to visit at the Penthouse Club. He reminded me of a kid from high school—the short guy on the basketball team who still managed to carry his weight
Living out loud comes naturally to me. Telling the truth is my knee-jerk reaction. I’m open, not secretive. I’ve actually had to learn to temper these instincts in order to be tactful and not hurt people’s feelings. But I still won’t lie outright. So when
When I was 23, I had a boyfriend who was obsessed with Pam Anderson from Baywatch. I can still hear the yearning lustfulness in his voice. “She’s soooo hot,” he’d moan every day. It was the early 90’s, the height of Anderson’s fame and her image