His middle finger crept even further north and began rubbing my perineum. “Fucking Rangers,” he said a little too loudly into my ear. Porn “Fucking Rangers,” he said a little too loudly into my ear. Where we live is a pretty walkable neighborhood, and its streets are lined with plenty of bars to while away the time. A few times I even responded, from a secret email account, and once or twice I even set up a meeting, only to duck out at the last minute. His middle finger crept even further north and began rubbing my perineum. He smiled at me – such white teeth – and moved his stool a little closer. From the way the bartender treated him, he must have been a regular.




















