Saturday night is always the best night for begging. Alcohol loosens minds, morals and pockets. You have to get your doorway early though, as later on they're all wet with piss. 11pm til 1am is the sweet spot, but the later it gets the angrier the streets get so you have to know when to quit.

A girl totters over with her phone in her hand and slurs some welcomes and gets down on her haunches. She's wearing a short skirt and has nice, firm body. I haven't showered in 4 days. Girls like this wouldn't normally ever come anywhere near guys like me. She thrusts her phone toward me and tells me about the new kitten she's just bought. I looked at the phone and on the screen was a picture of it.

I told her to sit down next to me which she did. I told her "In an age long before any human being remembers, the world was ruled by cats and we were their pets." My eyes ran from her ankles all the way up to her skirt. I imagined slowly running my hand all the length of her leg...feeling the warmth of it in my palm. I imagine my hand sliding under her skirt. "Then one day a very clever man had a plan that he sought to communicate to every other man across the planet." Her lips were moist and she pouted as she listened. I imagined my lips on hers, my tongue in her mouth, her breath on mine. "His plan was that if every man on the planet dreamed the same dream on the same night at the same time, that dream would come true." I imagined kissing her neck and tasting her perfume. "One night every man dreamt the same dream...that men were the masters and cats were the pets." I looked at her chest without any shame. I wondered what it would feel like to slide my hand inside her bra, I imagined my hand grasping at her, mauling her. "When they awoke they found it had come to pass". I imagined her underwear taut in my hand as I slide it down over her hips. "If you ever catch your cat dreaming..." I imagine her fingernails dig into my skin, claw at my face as she screams at me to stop. "...wake it up, just in case."