March 5, 2012

The Beast with Two Bad Backs

It was our last night together and we were both on our backs.

David and the girl’s last night is not what they expected

“I’m going to miss you, baby,” said the girl.

I could barely move and when I did it hurt, even with the muscle relaxant that dragged me deep into the bed and enchanted my eyes closed. Cats. This is what a cat is like: springy, sleepy, self-absorbed.

“I’m going to miss you, too, baby” I said. It was my last night with the girl and it would be chaste.

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