“Make it something I might have written. If it’s going to have my name on it…” “Have you read anything of mine?” Giving as good as she go.... “Of course. I read the pieces your agent sent me.” “But not my books.” “No. I’ve been rather busy.” “Travelling.” “Yes, in fact. Travelling.” He went over to the window and looked over at the glittering city, its eternal roar a silent gesture in the warm room. She was beside him before he realised she had moved, closer than she’d been all evening. He. “You know anything about meth users?” She asked.I was doing research for my article, I thought I might have an idea where this was going but I just nodded no and let her talk, she’d started, I wasn’t inclined to interrupt.“Joe, it makes a man horney as hell, I mean I think they’d fuck a snake, shit, they’d fuck a wood pile if they thought there was a snake in it.I was home, I don’t know for sure where Momma was but she weren’t there, daddy came in and he was flyin’, he looked for Momma but like. They had become so close during these two weeks that she couldn’t imagine being anywhere without him. It wasn’t only the sex, although that had been fabulous, but the freedom of mind and body that she enjoyed. Steve left the airport departure lounge feeling utterly rotten. He had known a few women since his wife had died from cancer five years ago, but none had made him feel as renewed as Mary had done these last few weeks. He felt torn, uplifted in spirit, but saddened that it was over. He. Her thick legs were almostcompletely split- she had a lot of dexterity and moved like she was adancer. He breathed deeply as she continuously grinded on his penis,alternating between tossing her mop of hair, and rubbing her handsthrough his collared shirt. He gripped garbage as the fluid rushed fromhis testicles. Holding back ejaculate, he sunk deeper into the trash-white-knuckle clutching a Taco Bell bag- which suddenly jolted to lifeand squirmed with squeaking vermin.A heinous amount of mice.