Rolling over, my legs rubbed against each other smoothly as they tangled in those worn sheets. I yawned and listened carefully. No sounds permeated th...ough my door, the house was silent. I almost couldn't believe was home alone. Perched on the side of the bed, I shot a quick glance out the window and confirmed that my Mom’s car was gone; I could see the empty space where she normally parked beside my own car. I stood on my toes and stretched sleep stiffened limbs, fingertips reaching. In a busy. "She turned around, "I feel much better, although I still feel bloated. Maybe we could have a quick fuck. Tomorrow will probably not be appealing."He massaged her soapy breasts, "Bloated? You're always appealing. That's what showers are for." I should feel more like it again by Monday. I know blood washes off, but some days, it just doesn't feel that good to fuck."After they had a particularly satisfying sexual encounter and were cuddled in the afterglow, she said, "Every day, I appreciate the. .. I can't say this over the phone to a girl I just met. Can we meet somewhere?" Sure, Your place or mine?" she said with a lilt to her voice."Text me your address, OK?" This isn't a ploy of some kind, is it Michael?" You'll have to hear my idea first Amy — either way. It doesn't matter to me." Well, now you have my interest piqued, I'll text you my address. Bring food with you, please — surprise me!"I showed up with Chinese food 37 minutes later. My hands were full so I used my foot to. ”-Warren Zevon, “Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner”Note: I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. Events back in December are still having repercussions in my life and I’m in the process of dealing with them. Previously discussed issues have been running rampant, and it’s become necessary to remove stressors wherever I can. I’m not getting paid for this, so two that are 100% within my power to deal with are self-imposed deadlines and self-imposed page counts.But we ain’t been slack,.