Sunday, December 2, 2012
Over Thanksgiving, I was hiking with my daughter, her boyfriend, and my husband. We were on a low cliff trail overlooking the flood plain of the Rio Grande River. Below us were two young Hispanic men. One waved to me, I waved back. Then, from below, "Can I suck your titties?". Giggling, they ran, losing themselves in the thick growth of Tamarisk that grows along the river banks. I wondered if they knew just how old those titties were that they wanted to involve themselves with.