The Pussy Train
I’m an attractive man in my upper 30’s. I live in a quiet mid-west city of about 15,000. It feels like the kind of place where everyone knew everybody else. There’s very little crime and what crime there is is minor. I teach calculus to advanced 11th and 12th graders at the local high school. I have a number of close friends; the kind of friends I can confide in about anything. I love my life. I have one particularly close friend named Robin. We’ve known each other for more than 15 years and we know everything about each other. I helped him after his divorce and he did the same for me after mine. Lately, though, Robin’s been acting a little strange. Finally one day I corner him about it one day. “You’ve been …