Disguised as love, sex is my bedfellow of choice. Whether it's one woman or two, it doesn't matter. All that does is that I have the escape I need-that I crave. It helps me to cope with the darkness inside. It's the only thing that does, except for when I'm on the track. Then I met her.
This isn't your sweet, true love kind of story. This is dark, dirty, twisted, and chock full of partial hope for love to win out.