“Well, the good news is, I’m going to be in London for months on end, so you can fuck all the Rockettes you want in my bed. I’ll even get you another bottle of Kwell soap before I leave,” she said, cruelly reminding me of the weekend she was out of town and I shared her bed with someone who gave us both crabs. “You being away that long is not good news at all,” I said, already starting to miss her. She was gone a week later.
