| "I've got an itch to ride that bitch:
The one with the plastic snakeskin skirt." That's Tangram, always playing Russian Roulette with his prick. Tangram is a puzzle with many solutions. And he's drooling all over this woman and tripping all over his prick in the process. Martine, the queen of the scene is playing a little sleight-of-heart. Tangram is gonna be very surprised in about half an hour when he gets Martine home. I could save him the embarassment, but I'd rather be amused imagining the look on his face when he gets that skirt off. Squat (named for what he always ain't got) is asking who's gonna go the next round. I catch Sarah's eye and hold up two fingers. She nods. Sarah used to strut naked at a bar on 8 mile, 'til one of her Sunday lovers left some scars on her that look better covered up. Her job is different, but her taste in men remains the same. I've thought about her, but I don't think I could give her what she wants. "No pain, no game," she likes to say (fondness makes her heart grow absent). Instead, I try to think I'm happy: sitting quietly at a corner table, drinking up and thinking up a story that features a bunch of losers. |