Teenage Exploitation Sex Comedy: Chapter Five
After an exhausting Tuesday, Wednesday begins with a surprise discovery
“Let’s” — pop — “be clear” — smack — “about something,” Hal said, eyes closed. Pop-pop. “We are not fucking,” Hal grunted, as he and Officer Sinclair fucked, doggy-style, filling room 319 of The Sleepy Inn with the sounds of squeaking mattress springs and urgent, illicit sex. It was 9 p.m. Hal had told his wife, Suzanne, he was speaking at the city council meeting that night. There was no city council meeting that night....