Voyage of the Damned

by Frances White

My father always says: ‘You can’t run from your responsibilities,’ but he lacks imagination. Besides, I’m not running. I’m sidestepping. Crossing the road so me and my responsibilities don’t make eye contact and aren’t forced into awkward small talk both of us know isn’t going anywhere.

‘Well, you haven’t seen my cock yet, and my Blessing is entirely contained to that area.’ He laughs. That’s right, funny boy. Keep telling your jokes. ‘I did catch a glimpse when you got attacked in the bathhouse.’ Act casual. ‘And...?’ ‘Your personality is large enough. I think a big cock would be overkill.’ Take. Me. Now. He’s perfect.