Anatoli’s Quiet Night In

Anatoli admired the precision of the tightly rolled joint and sat back, inhaling long and deep, before filling the small room with a cloud of hemp smoke.  The apartment, sticky with the heat of an August night that caused his naked moist back to stick to the faux black leather of the well-worn sofa, reeked of baby piss and puke.  He resented that.  Not just the stink but the baby too.  He had been foolish to let Iulia keep the thing.  Fuck, it wasn’t as if he loved her.  She was just another of his sluts; but one he allowed to cook and clean for him.  Yeah, she had been a good fuck as well.  Once. Continue reading