Jesus Freak
I never gave much truck to fortunetellers, but this one’s message was vague enough to spark a niggling of worry; “Company’s coming. Could be trouble.” “Company’s coming,” I told Jeff, my new husband. “Oh yeah - I forgot to tell you,” he replied. “Ben’s coming for the weekend.” I remembered Ben vividly. Tall. Excellent bone structure. A hunk. Lived with his mother. Late 20's. One girlfriend after another. Drove a UPS truck. Anti- Semite. He and Jeff used to get in trouble in High School, like... Sign in to see full entry.