The grief of a prostitute
Unpacked, it was a new pair of trousers. You wipe your hands, put on a trial size. Thinking about getting a belt.
No need. There is a belt on the inside that can be tied directly. A familiar design.
Your heart stopped for a beat.
You were so anxious that you fell on the sofa when you entered the door. You can rip off the thin belt with one hand, but you can't rip off the skinny jeans. She giggled. Her soft hands pull you to the inside, a belt tied in knots, a design you've never seen before.
You never untie this or that belt again afterward.
Because you don't have a heart to pay for whoring anymore.
2020.12.05
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