He’s left me here. He’s fuckin’ left me here!
The most delicious liaison I’ve had the luxury of experiencing in a hell of a long time, and in my hazy afterglow I believed him when he said he was bringing his car around. I watched him walk away, unaware our hook-up would be nothing more than a movie short, a trailer with no full-length film to come after.
I’ve been standing here waiting for ages, although I’ve no idea exactly how long. Somehow, in our steamy encounter, Dwight – the lowdown thief – pocketed my watch with its huge silvery face and now I don’t know how much time has passed, but it feels like about twenty minutes. Even more. With every second that passes, I’m feeling more and more exposed, more at risk of being seen. It’s no use me standing here wrapped in a hospital gown wit
