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bill the lawyer resides somewhere near seventeenth street and third avenue in manhattan. it was another one of my stupid internet debaucheries intended to remain a one night thing, and yet this was the second time i had seen him since. he offered me cocaine, i declined, and eventually accepted. and the thing about cocaine is that after that first line, you're going to finish the rest of it. we had the most amazing sex for six hours, i know that it was most likely amazing because of the drugs, nevertheless....my sexual appetite was difficult to satiate - & finally when i started to come down i started to question my existence - not only in bill the lawyer's apartment but in new york, in the world. i thought about what a weird concept sex was as he penetrated me repeatedly - his face began to change, i wondered if it had looked this way when i had met him in front of zen palate. i convinced myself that it was because he wasn't wearing his glasses. i went up to bed & he stayed down, drinking more scotch & humming - i knew he was folding my clothes like last time - & when he came up to bed i waited until he passed out and climbed down & left
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