“So I thought I’d feel different afterward, after the visible neon sign proclaiming 'virgin' had blinked out on my forehead. I’d spent years obessessing about it, so it seemed like somthing should have changed. Maybe it would have if I’d… — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“Darla had been doing something by the fire. Now she returned and began stripping the blanket off me. I grabbed it before she could… — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“When I was eleven or twelve, we had this real old guy as a Sunday school teacher. Mom said he'd been in some war:… — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“The bookcase was filled with computer games, history books, and sci-fi novels in about equal proportions. Odd reading choices, maybe, but I just thought… — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“A night spent spooning with your girlfriend isn't nearly so exciting when your uncle is curled up against your other side.” — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“I used to think that teachers who gave homework on weekends should be forced to grade papers for an eternity in hell.” — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“That whiff of smoke was enough to transform my sithere-trembling terror into get-the-hell-out-of-here terror.” — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“Condoms instantly shot to the number-one position on my mental list of must-find survival supplies, far ahead of food, water, and a way across… — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“I was glad nobody had noticed.I might have been offended if my uncle had punched me in the shoulder and said something inane like,… — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“The few trees still upright were stripped of their branches, lonely flagpoles without a nation to claim them.” — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“I hate to disappoint, but I just lay there, curled in a ball, shaking in pure terror.” — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“Then, we waited. Waited for the noise to end. Waited for the house to fall on our heads. Waited for something, anything to change.” — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“The next few hours were, well, how to describe it? Ask someone to lock you in a box with no light, nobody to talk… — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“I'd never heard any noise quite so welcome as the click that a shotgun made when it wasn't killing me.” — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“But unlike thunder, this didn’t stop. It went on and on, machine-gun style, as if Zeus had loaded his bolts into an M60 with… — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
