SAN FRANCISCO DAYS by CHRIS ISAAK. Story by Virginia Muzik
Later, itās six of us at a workmateās one-room apartment, watching videos, drinking, talking. He and I sit on the bed, a purring cat between us. Kittyās tail flicks against my thighs as he strokes one end, I stroke the other, our hands sometimes touching: poor kitty a conduit for the swollen energy between us.