I Don t Want to Know
I Don’t Want To Know I had just finished my work at the store and was walking out to the parking lot where my car was parked. The first cigarette in four hours tasted damned good; these twelve hour days were pretty rough. A female voice came to my ears from out of the darkness. “You got one of those you could spare?” I pulled out my pack and my lighter and held them out. A hand reached out and took them from my hand. She lit up, handed the smokes and Bic back to me and said, “Thanks. You’re...
Straight Sex