I found a phone. My parents don't let me use the computer anymore, so I typed all this out on a phone I found and uploaded it from the library wifi. Sorry if there's any typos. It's about this boy I used to like at school. It's not a true story. But I wish it was.
Brian writes dusty dry prose at work, and hot wet prose for fun at the local coffee shop. His favorite barista, Jo, keeps an eye open for talent. Even Brian's dirty mind couldn't have predicted where his discarded pages would lead them.
A look at an old picture brings back memories of a night with a cute little vixen who worked right under my nose. For just one night she sought some relief of life's pressures with me, someone she had a silent crush on.