From Chrystal Heights:

I don’t get it.

Every night, right about this time, I just get the urge to
stretch my legs and hang out in the hallway. And the guy in the next apartment
just happens to be coming home from work right then. He never says anything,
but for some reason I just drop to my knees and suck him off. I swallow it all.
Every night. Every time.

And I still don’t know his name.