Salad night with Mara, a chair across the room, and a story she told me with her hands on her knees.

Mara describes her experience of Le Trapeze. And my cock. And Jen. And Jack. And Jack’s girlfriend.

Back to Le Trapeze with Jen and Mara — lockers, towels, and a growing audience.

I find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.