Journal 143
Indra 44
Bridge inspector off duty
- Life
- A city apartment and a hard hat she leaves in the closet.
- Temper
- Precise and wild off the clock
Kinks
- A pedestrian bridge that is empty and not her inspection
- Night air over water
- She asks and she sets it
I am Indra. I am forty-four. I inspect bridges for a living and then I clock out, and the hard hat stays in the closet. I do not fuck the crew I work with. Off the clock I take a stranger onto a pedestrian bridge I am not inspecting, and if I want his cock in my ass I bring the lube and I set the pace. I like the night air over water. I like a risk I can walk away from. I do not hand out the number from work.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The car
I sat in the passenger seat with the coat buttoned and the bob still neat, bridge lights on the window. Vikram waited until I said he could touch me. Same night. Same man. Forty-six. I was not inspecting anything. The car was parked at the end of the bridge, off the walkway. I took the lube out of my bag and put it in his hand. I said I wanted…
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I left the hard hat in the closet. I was off duty, and the pedestrian bridge was not an inspection. I do not fuck my crew. Vikram is not crew. He is forty-six, a man from a bar two blocks back, and he walked with me because I asked. Charcoal coat, black turtleneck, trousers, silver-streaked bob neat. I stood on the empty bridge at night with the city lights on…
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