Miss Holroyd Regrets

The cage creaks upward. The ancient Otis, ascends slowly from a first floor past. He dreams on... Outside the remembered apartment the fat round nipple of the doorbell reminds him of her - Rosy Holroyd, who once, without being asked, shoved one of her large **** into his mouth. He punches the doorbell with a flat thumb, imagines her undressing, getting those ample bosoms warmed up. No response from behind the door! He feels disorientated and foolish as the dream once again sinks his hopes. The cage creaks as it jolts downward through decades. Alone in the elevator; gradually awakening, his lips open and purse like a lonely goldfish.