by Meghan McCarron.
Read by Rachel Swirsky.
I turned around and found myself face to face with a minotaur.
He was shorter than I would have expected and a bit more — human-y? He had the head of a bull, sure, but he wore a black suit and a skinny black tie, like he had decided to live Pulp Fiction.
“I’m Phil,” he said.
“Phil?” I said.
“It’s easier to say than my real name.”
Phil grunted something unintelligible. I tried to grunt it back and he started laughing.
“I think your dog would have done a better job,” Phil said. “And you are?”
Rated X. for S-E-X.