"Listen. This is going nowhere. Fast. Give me your cock."
Every once in a while I think that maybe romance isn't so romantic after all.
* * * *
The system's gears shifted after a witness stepped forward, causing Leena's case to draw media attention, and the government was forced to scrutinize her appeals for the umpteenth time. The same witness recants, the media makes sure a sympathetic public becomes a jilted public, and the death machine gets rolling again. Which puts me back in with my girlfriend, and has the workers here laughing behind my back.
We're both spent now, with not much left in the way of time. Leena looks at me. “How was it?"
"That's usually my line."
"But, still, how was it?"
I pause, and maybe the lack of words that follows is awkward for me alone. “Like, a revela
