Ishmael
Call me Ishmael. No, I ain't after no damn white whale. My parents just had literary pretensions and a warped sense of humor. What I was hunting after last night though, was feminine companionship for the evening. A month of no nookie and I was horny as hell and determined to get laid even if I had to pay for it. I knew that with the temperature down around zero, the neighborhood bar would be packed with shivering hookers and just a few hard-core drinkers. I took my time looking around,...