Screech To A Halt

I knew that day would come. I already had a plan in mind, what to do in case it happened. Still nothing prepared me for it: a guy coming up to me, looking closely into my face and asking, “Are you McVie?”

It’s especially unnerving, when a few minutes earlier I was just inviting him for a threesome.

It’s a good thing my mental switch kicked in seconds afterwards; there was no time for awkward “Oh-uhm-errr-ahhhh’s” to escape from my lips. Instead, I thanked him and interviewed him as to how he stumbled upon The McVie Show.

Afterwards when I told my friend—the one-third of the threesome—about the meeting, he had to cover his mouth with his hand to keep his laughter from disturbing the “thrill is in silence” atmosphere of the bathhouse.