Back when my friends and I hit the same bar every weekend, there was a regular we called Gap-Tooth Sally.

(None of us knew her real name.) Sally was young and pretty attractive from the neck down, but she had a witchy face and a prominent gap between her front teeth that you could easily fit a finger through.

We all joked about Sally because when the hour got late and the bar thinned out, Sally would start pawing one of us, hoping to find someone willing to fuck her. Being young and cruel, we would mock each other and say, “You’re going home with Gap-Tooth Sally!” “No, you’re going home with Gap-Tooth Sally!” and then go back to someone’s place to get even more wasted and pass out in front of the TV.

But a man has physical needs and if too much time... Read More