The Ballad of Kevin DuPont
“Here are the three Pillars Of Pussy, my bro…. Gains, Gold, and Guns.” Master Dan’s words play on repeat in Kevin’s head all week. He slowly opens the nightstand drawer. Kevin lifts the gun out of the drawer. It is heavy, black, and cold in his hands. He slowly closes the drawer. Kevin returns to his bedroom, closes, and locks the door. “No one can fuck with me now.” Kevin whispers to himself. He lays the gun down next to his computer. Ready to provide and protect.
Hotel Casi
She imagines him sitting in the club chair in the corner.
She sips more wine.
She caresses her legs again. Do you like that, Jeff?
Warmth rushes through her body.
Do you want to see more, Jeff?
Icarus’s Mirror
That night I shared my plan with her: “I know you’ve had a hard week. I’m sending a massage therapist to your room tomorrow. Sebastian will be there at 2pm.”
“Oh my god, really? You are so sweet.”
He offers all kinds of massages, all kinds of approaches. He can even give you a “pectoral massage”.
Everything You Were Looking For
She picked one up without thinking.
As she wrapped her fingers around it, his text from last night replayed in her mind, jolting her into a realization of how she was actually holding the vegetable.
Self conscious, she snapped out of it.
She quickly forgave herself. There was nobody around.
She picked up another cucumber, this time, holding it more imaginatively.
Unapologetically.
At its peak ripeness, every one of its cells were full of water. It was heavy. If it were a balloon, it would burst – but the dutiful cucumber held its water for the moment when someone would devour it.
The cucumber reminded her of him. His urgency.
His dimensionality.
His voice. The way he looks at her when she’s being bold.
It’s Fine
“She knows exactly what she is doing, this is HER place. She knows she could be seen here.”
She is completely lost in the act.
It dawns on me:
She knows exactly what she is doing, this is HER place. She knows she could be seen here.”