What scorcery is this.
How could something so wrong feel so bloody ******** good! I finally realize what the hell that means. It never maid any bleedin sence to me until now. Until her. I had fully intended to say "cheers" at the door but... yeah. Uh... no. Long story short the whole while i sat there staring at her from across the couch all i could think was how glad i was that this wasn't all four years ago. When i was, if you could believe it, even more of a stray cat than i am right now. When i did what i wanted, and went where i wanted regardless of who's feelings i hurt. For im absolutely certain, with out a shadow of a doubt i would have lept across that sitting area and snogged her with all the passion i was ever taught to portray. She must have known this, or sensed it in some way because it seemed she was desperately filling every empty moment with some sort of trivial and mundane babbling. I must admit even her fleeting efforts to to hold me at bay made her so many times more appatising
But wait.
What the hell am i doing? Parfait's number one rule was that you never get emotionally involved, and right now thats exactly what im doing. Despite, even, all my efforts i dare say im border line infatuated with this woman. In what way has this inebriatingly sexy tousin put me under her spell? Her lips say no but sweet tap dancing Jesus, every sexual fiber in my body is burning with the thirst for me to take her body and show it why i was once so highly paid. (As a... hired escort
sweatdrop , if you will.)
Love is all about whistles.
