Chapter 33—Devoured

A lounge. Within the same establishment. On their way out.

              So they went there, carried by feet with steps no longer staked into the ground, for what had transpired in the karaoke room had bred inspirations in their heads, grown his penis in the presence of a lady friend, and made her vagina pulsed with life and wet with anticipation.

              While walking, their arms touching should've meant nothing, instead, it consumed every bit of their wakefulness already corrupted by the carnal minds. And if they were to carry on a little further, time would distill those inspirations into a commonsensical proposition of how the two should truly end the night. So a couple more drinks would not lead them to the road—they had exclaimed "last one for the road"—but to the loosening of considerations, relaxing self-imposed mora