It was quite a bit of time before the moon-filled night sky gave way to a shadowy dawn, which was eerie, at best. That hour, when one can no longer cling to the previous day, but must don a pair of sunglasses and fight the nascent sunrise. For Jiggle, this became a time for him to convince himself he was in the right place. If not physically so, then at least spiritually, even if he didn’t know the first OR last name of the woman snoring gently beside him.
Maybe he had slept a little, but Jiggle had made it a habit to not fall asleep during his work, although he still hadn’t managed to find a way to get paid for it. He reached for the electronic cigarette that rolled onto the floor just moments ago. Just grasping it in his fingertips, he raised the end with the mouthpiece to his lips and punctured his cheeks inward slightly as he pulled a long drag from the glowing, electric powered tube.
“Strawberry or Smurfberry, whatever it is, it’s delicious!” he called out to himself and then immediately regretted his impulsivity towards idiotic behavior. He was rather fond of pontificating on his idiosyncracies more than the average person.
A quick look at his watch and he knew it was time to motor. Having no real place of his own, Jiggle, unlike the average gigolo, would too often be around in the morning just long enough to make the interaction awkward. Lesley had taken enough chemicals into her wiry frame the night before to cause a great internal struggle among the dopamine receptors in her brain. Jiggle threw the covers aside and smoothed his way into the bathroom.
To be continued…