Myron took great care and laid the writ on a console table in the room so the ink could air dry before he closed the hand bound oeuvre which bore our three signatures.  I admit I felt a wave of relief

I can't ever remember reading a single contract I had ever signed in my life.  The lease on my apartment?  I glanced at it.  The contract looked like a boilerplate city apartment lease. I was in the

  Standing in front of the hotel bathroom mirror I looked at what my face had become. My lips were bathed in my own saliva, as sweat beaded on my eyebrow and the cheap mascara Myron had told me to we