Big man ray (pick #1124)

Fuck this. I once belonged here. The trees and the shrubs, the three bedrooms and two and a half baths, the malls, the community meetings, the country club, and the upper income providing husband along with my career.

We were dinks. Double income, no kids. It was a travesty of perfection. It was the slow, quiet, unnoticed fading into something invisible. I became a semi-solid form gathered around my openings. My holes became the raging purpose of those who keyed into mine and theirs. Like a veiled woman, half-dreamed, starving and stuffed at the same time.

So this guy says to me, now I've only known him for an hour, right? Okay. He says, "Why don't you come back to my place?"

Listen to this.

Wait a minute.