Masturbating for the 3rd time that Tuesday. 10 years ago. Or so.
“I’ll be married , right?”
“Will we get ever tire of fucking?”
“Big or small breasted? Musk?
He had skipped his last two classes just to come home.
Release the demon seed.
Tricia Lusardi had merely glanced at him and that was enough to propel this exotic and tantric fantasy.
He then sought Xavier’s Hollander to guide the ship.
Dog barking – Fuck!
Mom Was home!

Two decades passed. Walking down that aisle.
Losing hair and she already lost interest.
Daily envisioned romps remained pure fantasy.
But, Tricia Lusardi.
She had come to the reunion but failed to recognize him.
Ten years was a long time.
Living in New York. A doctor now.
Didn’t look like any doctors except on television.

Another ten passed.
Marrying a woman willing to share his life of mediocrity.
Tricia fucking some Wall Street Tycoon.
Financial security.
Every day!
The fucking.
The mediocrity.