Kai’s Underwear
Another Weston Parcel Service envelope arrives at my apartment: red/green/yellow plastic; attention Mr. James Anthony; a bogus Templeton return address in the upper left-hand corner.
I slice the envelope open with the sharpest pair of scissors and carefully pull out the item inside: nylon/elastic microfiber low-cut briefs in a marigold hue. Across their rim in black indelible ink, it reads: smellme.
So I smell the underwear, placing them gently against my nostrils: urine laced with semen and just a hint of mulberry wine.
No doubt, Kai’s underwear. Showing off again for me. Teasing me. Bringing out the worst in me. Doesn’t he know I like him? What’s with all the underwear, anyway?
The first pair arrived a few weeks ago. A blue-green camo low rise brief with a contoured
