Birthday Hours - Part Two

We pulled up in front of the warehouse about an hour and a half later and I nervously tapped my finger nervously on Julie’s car door. The other hand fiddled with the edge of the felt coat Kari had given me at the beginning of what Texans call winter, but should more appropriately be called “cool weather.” The Monster Vibe was purring inside me, but on low, giving me just enough stimulation to