this morning #75.

this morning, slipping out of the apartment without waking the pixie turned out to be way easier than he’d anticipated. down the three flights of stairs & out of the building he went, typing “CYNTHIA BOOBS” into his phone so he wouldn’t forget her name. the city was hot & ripe-smelling this morning & he was surely contributing to the funk as he sweated out last night’s sex & alcohol. what good fortune he’d had this week! the tiny girl he’d just left behind had joined a not-so-exclusive club of exclusive one-night stands stretching all the way back to friday night. his luck had finally changed. maybe he’d shower the pixie off of him & give the afternoon a try.