SHE

The hands on his body were too soft, too delicate, the fingernails too long.

His mind drifted…

An anonymous venue wall, Frank on his knees in front of him, fingers tangled in his short hair.

“Ohhh Frankie!”

“What did you just say?” the voice, too high, too…feminine.

He couldn’t reply, his mind drowning in tight, tight jeans, tattooed skin, that pierced lip.

“Ohh Frankie, more!”

She got off him, out of bed, legs too long, too tanned.

“Faggot.”