Selfish Chick Parking In The Dark
As usual, I’m thinking of me.
I’m thinking of what a delightful evening I spent last Friday. I
remember every delicious detail. But then my memory has a habit
of gripping the particulars of such events and keeping them safe.
Shall I relive my memory?
I believe I shall.
I had been deliberately without sex for a few weeks, not a great
length of time, but long enough to make my hunger sharp. Long
enough to make the warmth of my hand, casually resting on my
thigh as I drove, more stirring than usual.
As I recall, I arrived at the parking lot, pulled into a spot
that was, as I playfully thought, “right under a light!”, and
turned off the motor. I remained seated behind the wheel.
