What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries?

Bought new towels today. This is good, because I only have two towels, stolen from a hotel 3 years ago. They’re in pretty sad shape these days. And then…

R (2). contacted me today, after 4 months of silence. True, he’s the first man to ever actually fuck me on a dining room table, but still. It’s not like it was a particularly nice table.

I can just imagine R (1) saying that he can’t really blame the man. But I can, and really ought to.