NEEHU 4: Thursday
This series will be my magnum opus
of kink.
This post is preceded
chronologically by the prologue.
Only posted 3 months later, almost to the day... I'm looking at you, people that joked it would be a 6 month wait!
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Thursday, March 14th, 9:30 pm
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I pull into a spot at the hotel and
scramble for my phone, hastily, even as I put the car into park.
First, I text SpiralTurquoise (Spiral!
Who-was-the-first-person-I-ever-really-talked-to!)
to tell him that I'm there. He had texted me when he arrived.
And then I shuffle through my contacts,
press the “call” button, and Mephki (Mephki!
Who-runs-the-con-and-who-I-haven't-seen-in-a-year!)
says, “suite 611,” after we exchange hellos. So I drag my
luggage out of my backseat, fumbling with the keys when I go to lock
the door. The wheels of my suitcase bump merrily against the pavement
as I set off, and my pace threatens to throw it off course.
I'm here. The night air is chilly, but
the hotel looming above me promises warmth.
