ok, enough whining, already. How 'bout a little reportage instead? Last night I was seriously considering calling in sick, but I knew better than to publish my deceit. Today, I'll go to work. Plus, all I was doing last night was whining. And that comment about 'being that alive'... Well, anybody who works hard enough to have a body like that model, who smiles as hard as that, he is that alive. (Too many 'thats'?) Grammer be damned.
Back to reporting. I was woken by my doorbell yesterday, thought it was UPS bringing my books from Amazon.com. They don't wait long, so before I was awake I was upright, swirling around the apartment, not sure if I was getting pants to put on, or going to look out the bathroom window, or going to try and make the intercom work again (I have great faith in technology's self-restorative powers and even though it hasn't worked for a year, rushing around confused in my underwear seemed like a good time to check). Still doesn't work, yet.
Barefoot and barely panted, I careened down the stairs to the door, half-expecting the UPS guy to be already half-way back to his truck. I flung the door open, ready to charge through the doorway in pursuit of my package. I nearly ran into Will.
Will is one of the cab drivers who come looking for sex; there are two who visit the dark stage of my vile existence... er... sorry, no whining. Anyway, it was not UPS. And for those of you who know, it was not the first cab driver, the blonde, the one I miss. awww.
besides the fact that they both drive cabs and have both slept with me, nothing else links them together. I'm not even sure if they have ever met. It would seem likely in a small city like Worcester, but sucking dick is not something you publicize if you are a closeted bi-sexual and have a girlfriend who does not want to know, like the blonde. So the two sexy cabbies may indeed have passed by each other on occasion, innocent of the potential between them for lustful passion. Plus they are each 30, and prefer older men (apparently).
Alright, enough evasion. Will and I did it. I returned with him to my very recent bed, which was still warm, and we played for about a half-hour. How cheap, a quickie! Sex for the blonde was a pleasure he persued in earnest, but for Will sex is incidental to whatever else happens to be drifting through his brain. Halfway through a 69 he asked, "Is my car alright out there?"
Will is not the blonde, but it was still a kinda nice way to be woken.
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