Red Lipstick by Chuck Boyd

Red Lipstick by Chuck Boyd # Scrubbing, scrubbing.  Nothing.  Such a chore. Joel vaguely hears footsteps — someone coming or going. Scrub, scrub. Frantically. “Whatchya doin’, pal?” Joel looks up.  A man, looking bored, one hand in his pocket, his other wrist absently swiping across an itchy nose. “Oh, you know;  always starts out innocently...

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