I opened my bedroom window and stared out into the night. The grass below my window was only slightly illuminated by the faint light created by the moon. I sighed as I extended my clenched fist out into the cool night air. I looked first at my fist and then at the glowing white moon. It was as if it was yearning for what I had contained within my palm. There, tucked away and enclosed by my fingers, was my last fuck. I held it in my fist for a moment or so before relaxing my fingers and opening my palm. Immediately it began to rise, the fuck traveled upward, carried by the wind. That was it, my last fuck was gone, and I had no more to give.