In a Quandary
As planned, I spend the weekend recovering... mentally and physically.
Normally I date... well... more like stake myself out at some pick up bar, hoping to get lucky. But as stated, not when I’ll need to explain my condition should some loose girl find attraction.
So after a restless Friday evening sleep, awakening each time I roll on my welted buttocks, Saturday I clean the apartment, vacuuming and wiping down the kitchen floor more comfortable than sitting. Sparing further aggravation, I am naked from the waist down, covering my raw flesh with healing unguent. With the boredom, the mind... remaining unsettled... strays, thoughts again percolating...
Becky O’Brien... the divine Becky O’Brien... what has she done to me... gotten me into?
I have avoided her, last seeing h
