Getting ready to toss some jeans into the washer, I came across two paper strips in the pocket I’d stuffed in there Sunday night at LitQuake’s Dirty Words, a Tribute to Smut. These two pieces of papers were inside fortune cookies that my companion and I had. They are identical, reading:
“My earliest fantasies revolved around being kidnapped by beautiful women and held hostage. – Stephen Elliott”
(Are these fortunes?)
