Sloth

Dear A., I am writing to express my gratitude for your gift. There are no sufficient words, but please accept my sincerest thank you. Yours, R.

She writes me back. I didn't expect that. She tells me she's a lover of chicken pizza and video games, a hot sorority girl with the nickname Sloth. She wants to know something about me in return. She says I owe her. This is how she saves my life. She doesn't even know it.

The anonymity is good. She doesn't need to know me, but I need her kindness. We both live our lives: a letter here, a postcard there. For three years, I escape my demons. Then, one day, I'm pulled back in. I resign myself to what I know is coming, until the girl I'm spanking gives her safe word: sloth. And then the lie I'm living starts to unravel.