Somewhere in the world it's raining hard and I like to think about that.
One night I fucked a girl on the L-shaped sofa in my friend's parents' living room. Some drunk, young girl I kind of remembered from high school. Everybody upstairs.
I didn't ask, but she said the reason she let me fuck her is: She likes guys in bands.
After some exertions I came into the unfathomable darkness inside her. At once I evidently was despondent and remorseful, and said or acted to the effect.
I recall realizing she might perceive this as a slight and so steered my melancholy musings toward the abstract.
And that's when she was moved to ask me.
Did I think I would ever do anything bad to anyone. Do I think about doing bad things. She asked.
She seemed quite concerned.
With my softening cock inside her still I reassured her best I could.