Bazooka. Village sex I blinked. Worn red carpet and dark wood paneling. I didn’t know which sensation to stay with, so I stayed with Candy. I exhaled and then fiddled with the stiletto, trying to adjust it so that it wouldn’t poke me so much. It wasn’t natural. Two sets of hands held my arms. I think it comes from the fact that I haven’t really replaced all the fluids I was getting while drinking. The frisking in front of the building. They looked at me blankly and said not a word. And fucked me raw. How polite of him. I had imagined it. The door closed behind me, and an electronic lock slid a thick bolt into the frame. Rum would ease my mental passage. I pushed through to another, heavier curtain. I walked toward the doors and nodded to each of them.
