mid-morning sun email in lounge chair trunks just above pubic line feet extended, sunglasses gym gym gym gym gym gym gym gym — call from client bro if male lots of questions if not — gym gym gym — soft-sell to prospect: “Ever think about training?” — gym walk cute dog no socks quads pumped cap backwards black hair bulging through nod to balcony men food conversation with girlfriend “You need me tonight?” “GayDay. Don’t need girls.” she giggles gets ice cream stir mushrooms against olives eat one spoon ice-cream look sexy at girlfriend egg-whites over mushrooms-olives stand back from sputter kiss her then pat ass lift shirt let her touch “I like these.” “Sam’s cute.” take spoon from her mouth move in stop one inch from lips eyelashes flutter speckled take cheeks in hands: “Baby, you make me so hard.” exhale she moans and wows bend into her eggs burning “Save it for Sam.” turn mushrooms/olives/egg-whites look in mirror see neighbor outside window nod to prospect
(from I Can See You — A Collection of Neighbors)
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