Wicked!

People are gonna talk.  I wanted her to be my buddy but she was nowhere to be found; so I had to buddy up with her partner.  Now they are going to know I've been with him-- he has a distinct scent.

Living in a small rural town, secrets are hard to keep.  Some are going to suspect and others will definitely know when they get a whiff of me.  Oh Ben, why do you have to drown yourself with that fragrance?  Now everyone will know what I've done.  How will I explain that pulled thigh muscle?  I'm ashamed; I knew better.  I'm a wimp; I was weak.  It was just so tempting.  I should have never attempted it without stretching out first.  It is all so wicked.

Next week I'll be prepared.  I went to Walmart and bought protection.  The saleslady smiled knowingly.  Are we that obvious?  I'm hoping I can sneak my new purchase on without too many stares.  Oh, you feel so good, though.  But I just can't have people talking.  I'm leaving you for....

relief in a foil packet

So good-bye, Ben... for now...

My eyes are watering; a tear rolls down my cheek.  Of course it could be from my pulled thigh muscle, but most likely from the menthol.