My Life In Heavy Metal

My Life in Heavy MetalJosephine Byron chased me all through college. Nobody could figure this out, not her friends, not mine, not the fratboys who watched her wag across the wide lawns of our school. She was one of those women invariably referred to as striking, a great big get-a-load-of-that: gleaming black hair, tulipy curves. Snow White refigured, made warmer, more voluptuous. She was also utterly convinced of herself, her good taste in clothing and men, her beauty and her intellect, which sh...