Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

This classic film takes the cautionary tale into the "supersonic age," foregoing a cerebral edge in favor of murder and a giantess fetish.

The apron was a birthday gift—to both of us, really. She was the first woman to ever call me 'Mommy.'

Every now and then a “Mommy” would escape her lips and I would wipe it from my face, like mud or mosquitos on an otherwise idyllic summer’s drive.