To the blomers, this of course sounded like Martian.
“Maybe you don’t like s*x,” huffed the fox.
“f**k you, I love s*x,” I said. “I do. In fact, thanks to you guys slobbering all over each other in the streets, I think about s*x way more than I used to. I think about s*x all the time. I do, I do – both with Morgana and…and…”
Whoa. Whoa. Careful now. You’re entering unchartered territory, Mr. Thompson. You’re thinking thoughts that you never, ever admit to – even to yourself. You are thinking thoughts that you don’t ever mention, even when you’re narrating the story of your life to yourself.
Otis could see the precipice on which I stood. “Okay, enough!” he barked, struggling to get out of the lawn chair as they held him down. “You’ve gotten what you wanted, so let him go. Just let him g
