The Neighborhood Chapter Nine Cafe au Lay
Sonja called me at work. She wanted to go out for lunch. “What should I wear?” I asked her. I was already getting hard thinking about driving around the city naked and maybe skinny-dipping in a public fountain. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter,” replied Sonja. I was more than disappointed. “We’re just going for sandwiches, you know. A quick bite then back to work.” Sonja sounded quite matter-of-fact. Well, she was fun to be with, and I did have to eat. Sure, sandwiches. I picked her up...