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a hotel. Which means I
could get a free room.
    But that's just pathetic, isn't it? Getting a
hotel room just to masturbate?
    Shit.
    I stuff the bag with my big new electric blue
friend that I've now shared with an audience into my hipster
satchel. That's what Isabella calls it anyway. I don't think it's
that bad.
    I get out of my car and walk up the tiny
driveway. Our house is one of the L-shaped ones you see all over
Florida. 1950s style.
    Translation: no style. If an office
cubicle were a house, this is what it would look like.
    One floor. Cinderblock. A big ugly
floor-to-ceiling patch of glass block tile. No pool. Everyone I
know has a goddamned pool except me.
    I open the door and walk inside.
    “Annika!” says my mom. “Where’ve you been? I
thought you'd be home already seeing as you had today off."
    “Hi, mom” I said. “I wasn't off. Today is my Miami Improper day. And I was… uh... at the library doing
research.”
    "That's not a real job, dear. It doesn't
pay."
    "But it will pay, Mom! I'm investing
in myself. Once I build a reputation as a journalist, I'll get
hired at a real magazine. But I've got to do this to start!"
    She was unloading a large load of groceries,
putting them away.
    "Well, I've never heard of working for free!"
she says. “Plus, you’ll never meet a nice Christian boy that way.
Only those of the devil. You should come with me to the Kingdom
Hall. That’s where you’ll find one.”
    “Okay, Mom,” I say.
    No, thanks. I did the whole dress up and
preach the Bible thing door-to-door when I was fourteen. When I was
sixteen, I was labeled as a non-believer for questioning basic
Bible teachings using scientific method after learning about
Charles Darwin. My mom has never quite gotten over it.
    “Okay you’ll go with me to the Sunday meeting
and Watchtower study?” she says.
    “No Mom, I told you. I'm never going to one
of those meetings again.”
    "But then you won't get into the Kingdom of
Jehovah when He comes to cleanse the Earth! You'll be
destroyed!"
    I walk to my room, take out the purple bag,
and stuff it under my bed.
    My mom appears at the door.
    “What was that?” she says.
    Fuck, I can’t get away with one damned thing
in this tiny little house!
    “What was what?” I say.
    “That crinkly sound. It was like a bag. Did
you buy something?”
    “Huh? Oh, yeah, I bought a new printer
cartridge from Walmart.”
    “Oh.”
    When I hear her back in the kitchen putting
more groceries away, I take the purple bag out from under the bed
and shove it in a portable file I use to keep organized.
    I don't bother to file it under D for Dildo.
Maybe I should put it under N for Never-going-to-get-used .
    I pour myself a drink. Cheap Gordon's vodka
over ice with lime-flavored tonic water.
    Why? Because this night would be like most
nights.
    I help my mom prepare dinner, hear a few
thousand Bible quotes about how we’re all sinners and need to be
redeemed, then eat while watching television with her while sitting
on the couch.
    If I get up, she tries to guilt me into
staying to watch straight through to the eleven o'clock news. I’m
twenty-two years old but she makes me feel ten.
    Maybe that’s why I drink. When she starts
with the Bible stuff, I can’t help myself. Vodka is the only way I
can tune her out properly.
    It’s not that I don’t love my mom. I do. But
I told her a while back that I rejected the Jehovah’s Witnesses.
It’s like she never even heard me, though. According to her, she is
right and that's that. If we don't convert, then we're all going to
die.
    Tonight the vodka helps keep my mind off the
eight-inch wonder waiting for me.
    My plan is to go to bed early, then sneak the
bad boy into my room. Once I’m under my sheets, I have a modicum of
privacy.
    Although on the weekend when she washes them,
she’ll ask, “What were you doing here? Why are there stains on
these sheets?”
    See, according to my mother, sex is only to
be shared when you are in love and