“Tell me what all bothers you” the priest started
The story began last summer. in a small town in coastal Florida. My AC broke down, and nobody in a 50 mile radius could come and inspect it for at least a week. In triple digit heat and the worst humidity in years, I did what little I could to seek relief. I closed all my blinds, and I went online looking for a fan, that it may provide however brief relief to my curse
The kind of fan I landed on was not what I expected. For, you see, father, and reader, I landed on a website called OnlyFans. They do not sell fans, but amateur pornography. And, in the middle of a pandemic, with people losing their jobs, it was many women’s last hope. I admit I was intrigued, and I joined. I started following a few girls, five bucks here, five bucks there. I bought a real fan on Amazon, and then, with a gentle breeze cooling my body off I ventured to relieve other urges, and cool off a different type of desire