dildo reconnaissance

This is not my story:

A man climbs to the roof of his neighbor's house and masturbates into the eavestroughs. It is a grey dawn mottled with heavy clouds. Noone is awake, his son has not yet returned home with the Explorer. The familiarity of his semen is a private corruption of the dirty plastic rain gutters. It hardens his fear. He feels the steep grade of the roof in the tendons of his calves. The morning air is cold on his exposed parts.

He zips his pants and climbs down where the fence meets the house in the back. His son has not yet returned home. He needs that car to make it into work. It's early Sunday morning but he's going where he's needed. Or he would, if he were able. He wakes the wife to borrow her car. She calls the police. Work waits. His semen is washed by a mid-morning rain to the roots of an old spruce.