Know where the best chocolate is?
The fat fuck next to me leaned in.

There’s a lingerie shop on Q street, besides a Montessori school.

I didn’t know how he knew I was fond of chocolate. Perhaps rumors were starting to spread. He earned my curiosity. I’m K, I said. I don’t remember his name.

The next day I went to the lingerie shop. An appropriately pretty girl was picking out a thong for a half exposed wooden mannequin.

A fat fuck of a man suggested I come here for the chocolate.

She did not look amused. She balled up the thong she was still fiddling with and shoved it in her back pocket. She walked toward me, unimpressed by my presence. How much do you want? Not a lot, I replied.

She brought a pretty finger to her face, traced her lips, and then bit it off.

She yanked the thong from her pocket and wrapped her finger in it. Eat within three days or freeze.

………

I bet it’s delicious I said to myself later. But it’ll probably make me fat. And I was too narcissistic to let that happen.

Then my mind wandered back to the fat man.