She never cleaned it after the last guy used it, going back and forth between us all, leaving
me to guess who was the last guy before me and who would inherit
it when I was done
Maybe she thought it got better with age, like wine from rare
grapes so we might all like it all the better when our turn came. She didn’t
warn me, letting me find out by accident when she rushed over from another man’s
house and I found it still dripping. I never minded using it, ever had a better
time when I did, only afterward, I got to wonder why and if she wanted tu all
to leave our deposit on the off change if she got late, we could all share the
credit, and when I used my fingers, I washed them before and after, somehow
feeling particularly dirty if I didn’t, washing my other part time, maybe even
twice as often.
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