Revenge on a Platter, Part 3: Vengeance Is a Woman Who Loves to Indulge Her Cravings

V. Car alarm set. Keys zippered into their pocket. Satchel hanging from my hand. My curve-hugging little denim dress tugged into place. Long…


Revenge on a Platter, Part 2: Vengeance is a Woman Who Plays with Her Food

III. Emerald wrap dress clinging to my curves, I smiled at ruby-red toenails peeping from my matching four-inch Louboutins. Long, jade pendant hung…


Revenge on a Platter, Part 1: Vengeance is a Woman Best Fucked Like a Crackerjack

I. I squinted, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light of the dingy dive bar. It figured this was where I’d find them. Vermin in the city’s…