Another Colin: My god, he was a werewolf. He had thick white hair growing everywhere on his potbellied, hanging body. He had long hair in a ponytail and grey, hooves for feet. His teeth were the worst corpse teeth I'd ever seen. His breath could stop a semi in its tracks. He presented himself in a way that I hated most: he talked on and on about his numerous girlfriends and how they all wanted to get back together with him. This is something I abhor. Imagine being so insecure that you have to champion yourself (dishonestly) to a hooker in a bachelor apartment on the wrong side of town. There is never any way that clients have girls lined up at the door but particularly so with Colin. I felt like I was having sex with a yeti. He had an unbelievable amount of body hair, even on his back and his fingers. The sex was like his feet: dry, decaying, gray. He overstayed his welcome, of course. I remember saying, our time is definitely up. He redressed, although he need not, he was already in a full suit of fur, and finally left.
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