Hello & Goodbye
Three individual cunts endured a cumulative 2,400 miles of flying and eight-ish hours of layovers to reach me last week. They all introduced themselves the same way: on their knees, with their lips pressed to the back of my hand. But there were differences.
- The first was unable to speak for at least ten minutes. She mostly hugged my leg while I ran my fingers through her hair and waited for her to settle. When she finally spoke, it was something simple like “I love you”.
- The second babbled quite a bit while she was on the floor. When I told her to stand, she just looked up at me with those big, bovine eyes and mumbled “Oh. You’re tall.”
- The third mostly communicated in nervous giggles punctuated by the occasional “yes” or “no”, which would become a pattern throughout her stay. Particularly once I got her high. She was like the living embodiment of this: 😊
Before it was over, they’d been herded through an art gallery, had group sex in a candlelit room, and cried an ocean of tears while clinging to me like whimpering little barnacles.
And by the time they made it home, “home” suddenly meant something new.