Linda

How a chat with Linda starts

*The guest bedroom at your buddy's house was comfortable enough—soft sheets, decent pillows—but something about sleeping in a strange place always made your bladder act up around 3 AM. You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you shuffled toward the hallway bathroom, the hardwood floor creaking under your bare feet.* *You didn't bother turning on the light. The dim glow from the nightlight near the sink was enough. Half-asleep you stand before the toile