Gears of Lust
Sometimes getting home is a ride away.
It was another late Friday night that had turned into an early friday morning. I was still at the bar chasing sobriety because I’d had far too much to drink, and rightly, my friends had abandoned me in favor of their comfortable beds. The crowd had gotten rather sparse. The only people left were the people in a similar situation to mine, the bartender, and the people desperate to not go home alone. It had been an hour sin...