The song continued to write itself in his head.
“Your place or mine, said a woman so fine, with a smile so sweet that I could not decline. She kissed me in an alley off Twenty-Third Street, standing on the tiptoes of her shoeless feet.”
The Song changed to a minor key.
“She loved me, then left me, while I caught us a ride. Sprinting down the street, leaving nothing of my pride.”
“I met him in New York, with his jeans so tight. I knew that it was wrong, but it felt so right. I dumped him in an alley when he got too intense, following the dictates of my own common sense.”
“The idea hardened in her mind. A book she’d read years ago had called it a zipless fuck-a passionate encounter with no strings attached. He was perfect. He’d relieve her tension, give her some laughs. It had been ages-well, months- since she’d indulged. And she was under so much stress. This man, she was sure, could go a long way in helping her with that. A little fun in New York City. No strings attached. Perfect.”