Is There a Bear in There?

There was a guy walking across Queen Street in a dark suit and overcoat. He had his hands in his pockets, like glove-puppets in the overcoat, pulling the coat sideways in each direction. He must have been a boxer shorts kind of guy, because with every step he took I could see his cock bouncing up and down, like there was something in his pants, which there was, that was enjoying the day all on its own.

Then a boy came along in jeans who looked like he had a couple of ripe apples stuffed into them.

The day just seemed to slip by.

I left for Bolago around 7.30pm.