Uncliché Romance

It was an unlucky day, even thinking about it again. Of all days, he had to come to this run-down neighborhood, and the man had to scratch his car today. Of all days, the things that should have gone smoothly went wrong, The car he brought out was his most prized possession, and he had barely dozed off, trying to relieve some of the fatigue that had built up all day. Of all days, he was terribly unlucky. The assumption of "of all days" was a variable for both him and me. "It's not like there's absolutely no way to repay." Once he thought that, the man had no other choice. "Do you happen to know how to use your dick?" A long-standing desire for release flared up greatly. * When to read:...