A Man & His Stick Walking The 9 ( Part 3 of Part 4)
Welcome back To Taiwan. Party 'Til The Grocery Truck Comes (Pingtung) Her air-borne legs figure-foured the center of my back. Chores flooded all five floors of this Fenggang house. Nobody shut the windows. The windows had no blinds. The door didn't lock. Nothing worked inside the house. I grunted. Her hands grasped the dresser while her legs were still air-borne. I imagine she couldn't look back. I wouldn't know. I have never been in that situation. The neighbor's outside dog randomly barked. This party could have went until the morning grocery truck, without interruption. With suspended legs, her vibe still reaked of business. I looked at her like an adventure buddy. She looked at me as a potential business partner. The eroticism stopped. FOREVER Read The Mountain Like a Putting Green One year passed. My life improved. I don't know where she is. On this Saturday morning, I stood outside 7-11. I was ready to walk 100k...