I sigh and stare at the green velvet in front of me, red and yellow balls dotted about. But after a second, that’s not what I’m seeing: my eyes are full of the beautiful stranger. I study the memory of him, since I’m not allowed to look, and list his pros and cons. The pros go like this. Jesus Christ, I need a good fuck. He’s intimidating. I like it. His bottom lip is the rounded curve of a plump, ripe peach, and that’s my favourite fruit. I want to bite.
