[Note: This was a piece I was inspired to write after reading the following quote. However, I couldn’t come up with an original plot to accompany it, and I ended up scrapping it. This short section of the story was the part I liked and decided to keep; it’s obviously unfinished.]
“[A] Whore can govern the Back-stars, the Back-stairs a Council, and the Council a Senate.” Gulliver’s Travels, Jonathan Swift
When all the men I’ve fucked are in the same room, they know. Oh, they read their agendas and drink their coffee and peer through their bifocals at their newspapers, but they’re all sweating nervously; they know the secret the others hold, but none of them will go near it. It’s as if they feel dirtier now, realizing the naughty transgression they’ve committed without their wives and friends catching wise, and they can’t hide it.
Instead, they legislate.