He didn’t seek immediate medical attention. Not the kind recommended.
Instead, wadded twenties in his already snug jeans, he ventured to the uptown bathhouse. Last time it was an embarrassing $120 failure.
After that night, He never hit that jackpot again regardless how many little blue pills he took.
Michael Solender
Nice work, made me chuckle.
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AnnaHopn
Damn fine!
The little events keep the writer’s mind active.