In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"I left a bottle on the front step for you, Sara. It's a cheap gift to drown your loathing, but I don't get paid again until Thursday. I wanted to come in and hold you; creep up from behind and slide my digits up your side. But I'd frighten you. I just know it."
The Angle: Vol. 2006
, Article 17.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2006/iss4/17