A Little Ways To Go, Pt 2
A few months passed since the first time I fucked Shelly. Or she fucked me. However that goes. If not for the implied danger of fucking a screamer just three doors away from the husband she cheated on, I think I would have gotten bored of it. I still didn’t really care. If I felt strong emotion about anything it was about wanting to feel again. Emotions of any sort. I might as well have been at work all day. Speaking of which, around that time, Diane asked me how long it had been since I’d had sex. “Come on, you can tell me. How long has it been? How long has it really been? Don’t give me any shit, I’ll see right through you.” “I don’t know,” I said. Shelly had come over two …