Chapter 23: Seven Acts of Random Sex
I went on a s****l rampage for the next week. s*x seemed to be the only cure for my blues concerning my falling out with Just Marr. My soul needed to heal and f*****g seemed to be the only method to resolve my broken heart. Otherwise, I would have gone completely mad.
I met Noah at Slices’ Deli on Monday afternoon. We made heavy eye contact, chatted at a two-person deli table over tasty Ruebens and unsweetened iced teas. Noah decided to take me back to his apartment where he offered me a Long Island iced tea and a lap dance, which I numbly accepted.
The freelance photographer was easy on the eyes, I perceived. He had a black crew cut, cherry-red lips, six-two frame, and piercing green eyes. He weighed approximately 178, bore the cutest smile, and beg
