Story For My Sister
When I was sixteen, a gorgeous Nazi stood behind her decrepit computer at the DMV in Los Angeles, California, where she waited for my paperwork. It was 2005. I was getting my license. My antagonist was a beautiful, no-nonsense Latina in her mid-20s, and anxious to go home - she probably wasn't really a Nazi, but by the twitching in my boxers she was something wicked, she was very naughty, I just knew it.
