As he rang up my items the old man asked, “Got a busy day tomorrow?”
“Yeah, over a dozen customers to visit.”
He slyly held two small pill packets in his wrinkled hand. ‘Amy Anal’ from another can label sat in my lap and started rocking her pelvis. Xxnx If I hadn’t been watching, ‘Amy Anal’ would have too. The can next to it showed a hot brunette in a bikini between ‘Can-O-Sex’ and ‘Amy Anal’. A college-aged man was fingering two attractive but older women’s pussies. As I looked around, the elderly clerk said, “We close in ten minutes.” It was rainy out and my cheap motel room didn’t even have a microwave oven, so I hoped to find one of those self-heating soups to eat before bed. From my much younger days, I recognized the let-down after a psychedelic trip, probably from the ‘sleeping pill’.
