Act One
The City is My Mistress
Margot Crowley howls—a raw cry from her youth.
Her wrinkled fingers clutch Boone’s ass. Manicured nails dig into flesh.
Don’t stop, Boonie!
One last thrust before he collapses.
Bangs cling to her sweaty brow; she peers over his shoulder, panting.
He reaches for his cigarettes. Eyes too old for his face.
I’m gonna go to the patio.
Smoke naked.
It’s broad daylig…