Saturday, 10 October 2015

General's line of the week:

G and I are in bed, making out - hugging and kissing mostly. I say all that's missing is crickets and it would feel like we're on some small blanket on a meadow by a forest, on a summer night.

Fifteen or so minutes later he looks up, startled, grabs me, covers me with the blanket and says: pssst! Someone's coming!... Okay, they are gone now.