July 2018
Over the past several weeks I had been bouncing around from acquaintance to acquaintance, finding couches to sleep on, and park benches in a pinch. As it was summertime, it wasn’t too bad. Occasionally, I would pop over to Mike’s apartment and he’d let me stay on his couch. But the last time I’d stopped by, he’d been entertaining someone, so I didn’t think I’d be coming by late at night anymore. I didn’t want to see that look of guilty regret on his face again.
I had been plagued by the memories of my coitus interruptus with Devon. It had started out so great. I ached to try another scene to play out that fantasy. However, until today I hadn’t worked up the courage to ask Mike to help me get back into the club. It was still early, so as I knocked on his apartment door, I crosse
