It was back, the Donkey curse, my curse! I look at the reflection in one big mirror and see one big Jack of an Ass. The sensual pangs are back and my maleness falls like a rock in a sock.
Try, I must try to ignor those sexual urges to masterbate. More and more I am driven to want that wild sexual release. A release which spews my seed and degrades me to the most basic of mental states.
The Ferry's horn blows and our port is near. The urges are held in check and I'm picking up clothes. Some torn and buttons popped, yet they are all I've got.
The bump of the friendly dock and mainland has been achieved!
I wait till almost all the lucky passengers have left the ship before venturing out and down the gangway. My car keys are out on the Island with clothes and wallet. A yellow cab I flag and pay him well to drive me back to my state, my town, my house!