Breakfast At Marcy's
The morning after is a perfect time to get to know each other better
The next day, I had woken up at my usual time—6:27 am, right before my alarm actually went off. A little dazed, I remember the night before, wildly fucking and getting fucked by Stan and our new friend, Marcy. I blinked open my eyes, realizing I was not in my own apartment or bed, and there was a thin, soft arm slung over my waist. "Marcy, yes, that's her name, Marcy," I said to myself. I started to remember pieces of las...
