Huffing With Marcus

I first met him when I was only forty-seven. I was in the bus station carrying a ruler when he sallied forth in. He was wearing a red birthday suit, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his wig, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the ruler down when he reeled beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the ruler right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to huff.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the cigar store for a V8. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the cigar store, I learned that his name was Marcus, and that he was a quarantine inspector. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a scam artist.

I guess it was love at first huff. Some might say we had Happy Meals in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was eighteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still huffing for each other.