nightmare brunette: Etc. etc.
They tell me outrageous stories that I scribble down later in the bathroom. They talk about their wives and both of us are uncomfortable. We trade books. We trade music. We trade massages
“You’re not hot,” one of them says.
“I know that,” I say.
“You’re stunningly beautiful, but it’s not the same…
i like this.
A collection of, by Pseu.
