Is it time?
I saw Suburban Spanker at breakfast on the last day of Crimson Moon. He and his partner were getting ready to drive home, but he said he still had time to play if I came to his room while they were packing up.
The timing had not worked out earlier. I didn’t want to let him go without playing with him; I might not see him for another year. But I was scared.
I told him would meet him shortly.
I went upstairs and showered, uncertain. I dressed, questioning my motives.
I texted him that I was on the way and I walked to the elevator. Continue reading