“I went up to his apartment, a tiny one bedroom apartment over a Laundromat. Apparently my timing was perfect. He was wearing the last few pieces of his clean clothing, a chocolate shirt and a pair of black slacks that made me think dirty thoughts. When I realized he was going commando and I could make out everything he was working with down south, my mother was already a distant memory. When he caught me ogling him, I covered up the offense by offering to help him with his laundry. After steppi...ng into the sweltering Laundromat, I had second thoughts about my (mostly) selfless gesture. I placed the basket on the table and followed him with my eyes. He dug a fistful of quarters from his pocket and slipped them into the vending machine. He came back with two sodas, holding one out for me. I took it gingerly. “Thanks,” I mumbled, cradling the cool drink. “I can’t remember the last time I actually drank a soda. I mean, I ordered one at lunch, but that’s because I knew it would drive my mother insane.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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