Yours is the form of the centrefold; naked and plentiful and burgeoning in just the right places.

I never thought I’d get divorced. Hell, I didn’t think I’d face my first divorce at 27, just shy of two years of marriage.

They looked at each other, silently acknowledging that they were running out of time. In unison, they began chanting.

These days, I forget that I have a face. I do not brush; do not wash; do not clean it.