Assnared
"God, this bed is shitty", Jack muttered at the ceiling. Just how had he slept in it for 18 years, he wondered. His real bed, some 200 miles away, was empty and alone for the first time in three years, as now he'd finished his under graduate degree, he couldn't put off coming home any longer. It wasn't that he hated it here, just it wasn't the city he had now grown used to. The quiet, mostly suburban commuter town he'd lived out the majority of his life in had lost appeal to young outgoing man...