2nd March 2015
When Ali found himself pacing the kitchen with his mug of coffee that afternoon and counting the ticks of the clock on the wall, he knew his stress levels had gone beyond bearable.
He put the coffee mug down and went upstairs.
Some guys got into fights to relieve stress, or blew up pixelated characters on their computers, or played aggressive sports. Ali didn’t. When Ali got really, ridiculously stressed, he had s*x.
But not just any kind of s*x.
Under their bed was a cardboard box, and Ali slid it out and blew the dust off the top before carrying it downstairs and emptying the contents onto the kitchen table. Most of the box was just their innocent—or as innocent as possible—toys. A couple of vibrators, c**k rings, various novelty condoms that they’d never gotten aroun
