Chapter Twenty One
I spend some time drinking coffee and smoking while the rain kisses my face and feet.
And, then presto-chango that’s her across the way, over there in her two story loft, top floor.
Onna’s her name, I think I mentioned that before. Is that just the coolest name or what?
She’s like a world famous black sculptor, stone and granite, marble too, welder artist godly dudette so obsidian black beautiful, she melts my mind.
She’s corded muscles, thin, shaved head, about 6ft 1, maybe 145, white teeth like the marble she blasts her chisel into.
Fuck, I wet-up just watching her, which I do every moment I get.
She showed up about a year and a half ago, which was a very good thing.
Voyeur, god I’m ashamed to say I am, but I am. There, I said it. I
I’m a sick girl and never h
