Our Rooming House—DAY
Mary comes over to see if I am all right here alone with Andrea gone. “No, she hasn’t come back yet.” I say returning to my drink.
Mary says she is surprised to hear that. But looks secretly delighted. I groan and drink deeply.
“So what do you want from me.”
She is grinning and shy as usual but is now inching away from my slumped and depressed form. She wants a man but has no idea what to do now that a desperate one is presented to her. Backing up, she bangs into the hall closet than trips over a sex toy that falls out. I leap up see that she’s Okay and get her to her feet. Sex toy? I am too drunk to remember that precisely. I quickly scoop the thing back into the closet saying “I’m soooo sorry.”
“It’s Okay. I know about those, um, fleshy things,” She replies demurely trying to be understanding about my misery, “But just keep it away from me.”
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