Sexual Relief
We lay trembling and weak in sexual relief fopr a few moments,
and then redressed. We didn’t speak. It seemed rather
embarrassing now that we were finished, so we hurried our dressing
and then made our way back to the parking lot. He squeezed my hand
once before he disappeared into the night, and I remember his
parting words. “Catch you on the flip flop. My handle is Night
Runner.” I didn’t mind the abrupt ending. I knew that I would
indeed see this man on the flip flop, and I intended to make a
habit of catching him on the flip flop.