W***e Frost

It happens....

     It was the liberation of his repressed sexuality he said to himself. The undoing of everything he once thought as moral and chaste, not to mention dignified. The things he asked for, the things he said, the tears he wept, came out in fits and bursts. A grand mal of dismal and dark professions. Every muscle in his body had been taught and his nerves keen and sensitive to the slightest pressures, making every rake, every bite, every slap, feel like the world was coming to an end, but in the best possible way. His date for the night was perfection, tender and touching, wild and wonton and ultimately the devil in every way. As he stood trembling and buttoning up his trousers, she held out her hand for payment.

     “Three hundred,” she said, all the sex gone from her voice and her body language.

     “Of course,” he said reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.

     “Oh s**t,” he said the color draining from his face. He realized he left his wallet at the house.

     “Are you f*****g kidding me?”

     She pulled out her cell phone and started dialing before he could explain, the look on her face a mixture of disgust and annoyance. He knew from the conversation that it was going to be a long walk home, but on the bright side, he knew he would have company.

Author's Note

300 seems like a good deal...should have asked for a sandwich first.

Reviews

[Shep]

this made me chuckle at least he had company

[Crowley]

Lol, I thought of this when I forgot my wallet after eating at a restaurant. Thanks man!!!