She said "Don't come back, Mendel." I thought that was an excellent bit of advice and I planned to take it deeply into my cold dead beating heart.I go... on the lift and it took me up to my floor. I entered my apartment, just a single large room. I was one of the luckier daemons though, I didn't have to share it with another. We daemons don't tend to play well together, too much negativity in one place. The heap of ashes beside my pallet bed bespoke of how this evening had started. The rancid. Vah hamare ghar aayi thi, aur unhe jana tha to meri maa ne mujhse kaha ki unhe chod aa. To maine bhi ha kardi. To main bike le ke unhe chodne chala gaya. Unka ghar Lagbhag 12 se 15 km lamba tha. Mujhe unko bus me bithana tha. Vah mere sath bike pe baith gayi. Raste me maine unse bola us din ke liye sorry. Vah boli galti meri aur sorry tum kyu bolo. Mujhe room me aane se pehle puchana tha. Lekin chod do ab us bat ko. Maine janbujkar bike ka break mara aur unka boobs mere pith ko touch ho gaya,. I can take a looong time if I put my mind to it. We might as well make your first fuck one to remember." He gave me a wink as I settled on his stack of pillows, a newly pulsing hard-on bobbing between my legs. He playfully strutted over to the bed, all hyper-masculine show-off and swinging chubby between his dusted hairy thighs. He knelt with on knee on the bed and reached over me to the nightstand, his warm tube brushing across my stomach, the thick hair around it tickling as he pulled back. I did another quick search, and found there was an active gay community. Not that I’m gay, but that usually means there are good restaurants, and art and maybe music and stuff. Sunday was lost to me, and Monday and Tuesday didn’t make much of an impression, either. I was at work, but I didn’t get much done. Tuesday afternoon I got an email from Kathy with the information about the motel she was in, and her phone and room number. What I really wanted to do was talk about it with my poker guys.