Never Enough
My phone buzzed as I was fixing lunch. When my hands were free, I checked to see what the message had been. It was from a young guy by the name of Jeremy, around 23 or 24 years old. He'd started coming over to my glory hole earlier in the spring, and had been doing so fairly regularly ever since. He was what I suppose you could call a 'skater.' He had a girlfriend (so he claimed, and he was good looking enough that I had no reason to doubt his assertion), but, he'd mentioned before, with a...