I thought I’d write an anonymous erotic short story, publish it myself and get enough money to take a vacation to Hawaii. My daughter helped with the cover. She put on red lipstick and curled a section of her hair. She stood against the kitchen wall and had me hold her camera. She picked up one of the baby’s toys, a plastic strawberry, and held it to her open mouth. So there it is. The cover art to my erotic story. If you back up from the lips and the strawberry, you will see two women in sweatpants, dinner on the stove, a baby on the floor, toys everywhere.