FEARLESS MEMOIR: 'World's Fair' (Chapter 12)
I let my pants drop to the floor and stepped out of them as I wrapped my towel around my waist and slid out of my boxers. I looked over to my right and there was a man with a big smile on his face. I was screwed. Even the adults were going to laugh at me.
James Stack, Contributor
Novelist, poet, memoirist and playwright.