This story begins in medias res - that is, without much of a prologue and without its proper context For a personal introduction, suffice it to say that I'm a grad student at a well-respected midwestern university. Kurt had had me on a line all afternoon, texting me about his "South City Whore" and their coming tryst. He is my sex mentor, you might say. A brutal, muscular man in his mid-forties. He might be ex-military, I'm not sure, but from things he's said I gather that he works at a prison.
