It's the day after he takes my virginity. We're both in bed, I'm slipping in and out of sleep, John keeps me in his arms, holding me as I rest my head on his chest. I feel more than safe.
Several years ago a friend of mine was dating this girl, Courtney, for a few months. Meanwhile I had a long term relationship going on that wasn’t going too well and we started spending more time apart. I first met Courtney the same night my friend did when she approached him/us at a bar. One thing lead to another for him and they started dating then living together. The three of us would still hang out together from time to time, which resulted in my having her phone number because she was more apt to look at while at a bar then my friend was.
On a warm summer night, my car pulled into the driveway of a big brick split level. The neighborhood was quiet, but not a menacing sort of quiet, a sort that as H.P. Lovecraft would describe as concealing a presence rather than indicating an absence. Considering how many cops lived here, that tranquility wasn’t going to be broken. All of this was good news for me as I was ready to knock on the door of "Ron" and "Beth," a biker couple who contacted me an hour before.
Well it seems like it’s been months since I posted but I was kinda board and since mania season is upcoming, I figure I dig in the old hat and bring up an encounter with the first and probably only woman who brought it and beat us down. The woman who we refer to this day as Whore Lesnar.
