The grocery store is loud. People talk, carts rattle, music plays. I walked the aisles with my son, pushing the cart. A man in produce looked at me too long. Not the way he looks at me. A different look. I felt my hand tighten on the cart handle. My son put a box of cereal in the cart. His hand brushed mine. The noise faded. I remembered last night. The weight of him on me. His cock pushing into my cunt, the only sound his breath. He can fuck me in silence and it’s louder than this whole world. I paid. We left. He carried the bags.