I was Horny.

Yes, with a capital “H.” The truth is warm weather does something to me. As soon as the summer sun hit the midday point, I found myself liquefying, stretching and bending, craving hot rubbery action. That’s when I donned a sweet little cherry-printed sundress and headed to the grocery store.

A cool breeze chilled me from the first step into the air-conditioned environment. I was drawn to my favorite aisle as if pulled by an invisible band of elastic, one that would snap if I tugged on it. I found myself standing in front of the display of rubber gloves, almost unconsciously licking my lips as I perused the different styles.

There was the traditional type: lemon-yellow and made of heavy-duty rubber. Then there was a jokey set: bright pink with a painted diamond on the ring... Read More