ALAN
We’ve been in this hotel room for two days, ordering room service and retiring to the Jacuzzi on the enclosed balcony when the maid comes in to straighten up. Melissa is healing; I’m exhausting from demonstrating every s*x position she shows interest in.
The staff thinks we’re newlyweds and giggle about us in French, which I listen in on while pretending obliviousness. Their rumors are cute and innocent and much kinder than the truth. They would never have known that I met the love of my life less than a week ago in the trunk of a mobster’s car.
I’ve been out for condoms twice in as many days. Despite my size, we haven’t needed lube. She’s sleeping it off as I dry from my shower and sit down in a towel to check the news on my laptop. Life is good. I’m in love with a beautiful, amaz
