When he finally got to the apartment, Stacy retreated to the living room, clicking on the television in the hopes that the noise would drown out the rest of his thoughts and drive Darian from his mind. It didn’t work. He flipped through a few channels but all he found were news reports, it being that time of day, and he hated watching the news. He wanted cartoons maybe, or music videos, or half-naked men cavorting in a swimming pool but none of that was on his tv. I’ll call Colin, he thought, turning off the tube again. Ask him where’s an all-night gay porn channel when you need one. We have Playboy, right? Enough with the t**s already, just gimme some d**k.
There was a phone behind the recliner but he went into the kitchen instead. Almost five, it was time to eat. Those chips from lunch
