Grieving

Just a short story. I know most of you are headed into summer and have better things to do. Winter officially starts here today, so I guess I should have more time. :-)
Grieving

often a relationship is complex. Now and then, moving on is worse.

"The naked jump from the bridge into the river. The rub of my panties against the hip of a nice teacher. The first fuck in a waterbed. The hot-tub party. The shave. The wrong number. The black boy. His uncle."

ASSTR now, SOL soon.