Wishing

This page doesn't make any sense, and there were some irregularities, anomolous changes, in the code since I created it.   — May 2015

She asked me "do you feel like a man" ("oh, is that bad to ask?")

I slapped, grabbing her little ass: "Now I do," I said. Hey,... she said, looking around. But there wasn't shit for anybody around. It's vacation time, and streets are quiet.

I didn't feel like a man. I felt like a boy.

She'd called me, drunk, and hadn't wanted to ride home—ten minutes further. Half awake, net wakker, I said yeah, sure. She crawled into bed naked. I'd already been in bed naked, so what do you make of that? Sex. It's not necessary, but I'm not Superman either.

— 8 August, 2004 Nijmegen