I rarely saw it this late in the day and was fortunate enough to find a seat—a small miracle. I lived in New York. “Pack your shit and leave.”
The plan was to have lunch before taking her to the airport. She’ll probably be gone in another hour or two.”
“You left her alone in your apartment? Did you meet him before our last visit? I sat at my small table alone for the next ten minutes finishing my coffee and mulling over Dillon’s words. In the seven months we shared, she had taken a butt plug up her ass. I could feel the mixture of our juices seep out from where our sexual organs joined. Stars are aligning… this is gonna be your time, and if you need to talk, you know I’m there.”
He clapped me on the shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Dillon was the least serious of my friends, but he was also the most empathic of the group.
