C16 Dexter Adams Is a Slut

I crack the blinds and look down to Beacon Street two floors below. He’s there on the sidewalk, leaning seductively against a parking meter, wearing the usual low-slung baggy cargo pants and a one-size-too-small T-shirt that’s virtually transparent. He flips the shaggy black hair from his face in order to better scope out the people who pass by, in search of one who’ll suit his needs