Zoe Goes Down
by Willa Ryder
It was the Saturday night rush, but she found the dishwasher in the alley. Zoe slipped her fingers inside his jeans and pulled the zipper down. She didn’t look to see if anyone was watching. She didn’t think about her customers waiting for their dinner, or the cooks, or her boyfriend, or who she was, or what it meant, or anything. She pulled the zipper down and dropped to her knees.