Klempner
She's back, and behaving as though our previous meeting never happened.
The day's fashion statement consists of a tight geisha-style dress in green silk, heavily embroidered with gold dragons. It's too loud against the curly, mid-brown hair and subdued, flesh-tone lipstick. But I'm not about to pass comment.
How the hell did you seduce so many men?
Must be a f*****g wow in the sack...
"So what are we going to talk about today, Larry?"
I shift my position, trying to sit a little more comfortably, straightening up against the wall. "What would you like to talk about? My packed social calendar?"
I shift again. My tailbone is rubbing and I move to ease the pressure. It works, but now my weight is on my backside and I was never bulky. There's not enough flesh there to cushion me
