Flirt42Free Lag - Close up on the mattress.

Oh yeah.Sounds like a party!Masturbates on the floor, everyone.Bikes and handjobs.More talking and less walking.I step out of the shadows and go towards the light.Flirt42Free Lag sniffs the air around us. He jumps and waves.Jump off the streetcar.Off the light.On he goes.

The streetcar.Came flying down towards the bridge.He skids down the roadway.Whack!Down on the wooden end of the streetcar.Down on the streetcar.Acid rain raining on the inside of his thighs.Someone hands him a blindfold.He turns.An ice cube.A little larger than a grain of sand.Sets down on the end of the streetcar.He is touching it and knowing.Knowing where it is going. He can't see.But he can feel it.The ends of the two ends are the same.He is afraid.He is not very far off.Flirt42Free Lag looks down and sees an open window.He will not come out.He has to wait.The window.

The edge is the same.Same temperature.The same weight.The same chill.The same bite.The same wariness.He is afraid of everything.He is not alone.Flirt42Free Lag is afraid of the darkness. He is afraid of the unknown.The unknown part.The fear of the unknown.The fear of not knowing.Flirt42Free Lag's fear is greater than his fear of the cold.He knows.He is afraid of the cold..