Monster Sex

Dig she did, once she found the box. Razors, makeup kits, deodorant, tampons, painkillers, and a billion other things she was sure she didn’t actually own, but someone had sneaked into the box while she’d been packing. Geoff had said she had a bunch of crap she didn’t use in her cupboards. Maybe he was right? No, fuck Geoff. Geoff is never right.

Worse than digging through the box in the nigh complete darkness, was looking around at the darkness while digging. Much as she recognized this place from her childhood, that was a long time ago, and it lacked the intimate familiarity she had with her apartment. Learning to walk around in your new home was something to be done in the light, and learning how to do it in darkness, fresh off the bench, was a mistake waiting to happen.

“Found ya!” She whipped out the flashlight from the box, spilling some of the box’s contents as she did, and she jumped as a plastic bottle bounced around on the floor. The only good thing about this situation was