I merge onto the westbound freeway with Google Maps tracking the address Fawn gave me. It’s only been about six hours, but after her flirtatious behaviour earlier today, I can’t wait to see her again. Google estimates arrival in a little less than an hour. I try listening to a podcast, but my brain ignores it in favour of reliving our meeting in the café. I set my latte on the table by the window and pull back a chair. Th...

Looking around for more customers, I saw a naked couple waving at me from a distance: an old bugger, hung like a horse, with hair everywhere and a big beer belly, and an even older woman with big, saggy boobs. I started walking towards them. Damn, they’re ugly motherfuckers. I thought to myself. He’s got more hair coming out of his nose and ears than I have pubic hair! It was a Saturday in July and a God-awful hot day. I...

I did not hear from Anna again until Sunday evening, almost 48 hours since I left her apartment. I was starting to wonder if I was going to hear from her again. When the message finally arrived, there was a collection of new photos attached and a note that read as follows: “Good evening, Bart, I have attached some new photos for you. First, there is a group of four, with me modeling a sexy black bra; then a group of two,...