I drop my keys for the last time as I struggle to unlock my front door.  “It shouldn’t be this hard to open a damn door.”  My fists pound the hardwood, hoping Reginald would hear me and that my housemates were still out.  “Who is it?” My hands move to my hips, and irritation is ...

When the glove finally slips past the second knuckle of my fingers, I sigh, glad that it is the final piece of my disguise. A glance at the mirror shows the fruits of my labor. One thin man clad head to toe in clothing with nary a sliver of skin in sight, which is excellent ...