1. Easy Rider
We heard someone. You stopped me.
-Not here.
-Fine.
The door closed again. You pulled yourself off of me and started dressing. I stood up and put my pants back on. You opened the door.
-Follow me.
The sunlight burned my eyes. I lagged a foot behind. You waved when a little indian boy on a bicycle with one training wheel rode past, his mother was in hot pursuit. As the Mother passed by she looked me straight in the eye. I felt guilty. You broke the silence.
-Were you wearing one?
-Huh? Oh, no, I didn’t get the chance-
-Well make sure you wear it
-OK.
We reached the door to your Father’s basement office. He managed the apartment complex you lived in. I knew for a fact He cheated on your Mom. You hated him. You led the way in. The room was carpeted in cheap low pile beige. Fake oak panels lined the bottom half of the walls. Shitty green wallpaper occupied the other half. I sat down on his black leather office chair. You unzipped my pants, and pulled it out. I zoned out. After a few minutes you stopped to remove your panties from under your skirt. You got on and started to thrust your hips up and down, supporting yourself with the arms of the chair. I placed my hands around your hips. Then I noticed a poster on the opposite wall, next to the door. The title of the movie was: “Easy Rider.”
-huh.
-What?
-Nothing. Keep going.
