Guuuuuuuhhhhhhh. For the entire duration of my subway ride back to Brooklyn, I'm afraid, I was sitting there with this blissed-out New Age chick grin on my face. The other passengers must've thought I was about to launch into a five-minute seminar on the Life-Transforming Power Of Celestial Consciousness.

Little did they know I was grinning because I had another guy's jizz drying on my pubes. More later. Let's just say he was high-energy, verbal, hairy fuckin' chest, and I got to jack off with his sperm lubing up my dick. Hey, why I am suddenly humming "Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens"?