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.

1. 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”.
2. 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.”
3. 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.