Make Room

I am standing in a dirt parking lot. Dirt seems to be of a reddish brown color, and is level. Two spots open up, then one is taken. Kyle has come to pick me up from being locked up in jail / prison (don’t know which), and as we are driving away, he mentions that those guys are nasty. It had been a while since we had been together, and I was thinking how we were going to have sex that night. I was also comparing his stomach to another man’s. We stop by a grocery store, and there’s a … Continue reading Make Room