Congratulations Roving Sex Maniacs!

Today you’re a member of a gang of roving sex maniacs, and you’re going to roll into Dayton, Ohio.

“This place seems fairly calm,” you’ll say to the woman you’re inside, a fifty-two year old mother of two named Dolly who abandoned her children so she could drive from city to city and fuck her way across America.

“Yeah,” she’ll reply, though it won’t be clear if she’s talking to you or just responding to the sex. “Ugh,” she’ll follow up.

After you finish up and she hops on someone who’s less interested in the landmarks of Dayton you’ll get to talking with Margaret, an exhausted 24 year old with serious self-esteem issues. She’ll share your interest in Dayton.

“I don’t know much about it,” she’ll say. “But I know the name.”

“I hear it’s a place where a lot of things get made, but I’m not sure what.” She’ll smile when you say that and, when the two of you finish having unpleasant sex in the back of your giant truck you’ll ask the driver, who is receiving oral coitus from another man while smoking a cigarette, will indulge you.

“Be back at the city hall by midnight or we leave without you,” he’ll mumble through his cigarette. “We’re just here for the healthcare, nothin’ more.”

You’ll look at Margaret, smile and shrug before heading off into the city center of Dayton. The two of you will find a world far removed from both the industrial image of Dayton that had been fixed in your minds and the sex crazed antics of your last several months. Instead you’ll find an idyllic urban area, much like you’d see anywhere in the Midwest, filled with high rise buildings that gently unfold into sprawl.

“Seems like a nice place to live,” Margaret will mumble, tightening her hand around yours.

“Yeah,” you’ll mumble back, unable to look her in the eye after what you saw two other men doing to her last night. Still you’ll clutch back, thinking of what it could be like to live here with her. You’ll imagine she’s thinking the same thing as she leads you into a hotel by the hand and, grinning, takes you to bed calmly and quietly for the first time since the two of you have met.

You’ll climax together on those rented sheets and lay in one another’s arms, looking out across the skyline. It’ll look so big and open that it’ll make you sigh into the back of her neck, tears welling in your eyes as you think about how wonderful it was to be Margaret’s age, to be in a world so full of wonder and opportunity, to still have the power to dream of love.

Congratulations Roving Sex Maniacs!