Chapter 5
by 
Zineshan
What's next?
The amnesiac morning
I shot up in my bed. I lift my fingers to my lips to analyze the the wet substance there. I look down to see a creamy, white liquid on my fingers. With no where to wipe it off I simply shove my fist in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the offending salty liquid.
Mmmm whatever that is I’m going to need more before I go crazy from withdrawal.
Anyway I better let John know that he has the wrong number before his “babe” gets mad that hasn’t texted her.
“Hey John I think you’ve got the wrong number since you called me babe, lovingly, your room mate.”
Why the fuck did I say lovingly? What am I gay? Ah whatever I’m sure he gets the point.
What's next?
