You are screen printing R.I.P. WOXY shirts when I get home. Your hands are covered in paint and the hardwood floors are covered in plastic. I take off my work clothes and put on one of your old shirts. It hangs on me--the material is sheer enough to show that I'm not wearing anything underneath. You decide to screen print on me and I can feel the cold paint seep through onto my skin. "Wet Work" by Q and Not U is playing in the background as you slowly take off my shirt and lay it down to dry. Completley naked, I reach for you and your paint covered hands rub lines of green and black across my neck and breasts. I dip my fingers in the black paint and trace them down your front--we rub and slide up against eachother. The Cribs, "You Were Always the one" comes on as I kneel down onto the plastic covered floor to unzip you. I can't get enough-- until Jenny Lewis comes on with " Big Guns" and you join me on the floor and put me on top of you. I ride you while my hands slide up and down the paint on your chest. You slap my tight ass with your paint covered hands. I hope it leaves a mark.

-R.I.P.WOXY