He eyed the nubile girls sitting beyond the window blocking their speech from his ears. His eyes strained past parted feminine lips, landing on the dirty man behind them, who lifted an empty bottle from the table and placed it in his shopping cart. For a moment, he was desire-less.


hmmm, disireless? Looks like you’er wondering about desire. I’ve looked out at nubile girls wanting to know how I could talk to them. I’m a good man. I’\ve wanted to know how to connect with women beyond the window.