When I was alone at home....

I was alone (or so I thought) at my place yesterday...watching TV, when I saw her come out of the room. Though shocked at the blatant way she'd presented herself, I ignored her...being engrossed in an inane cartoon on TV isn't too difficult.All of a sudden, I felt her legs on mine......moving across my feet. Thoroughly disgusted, I moved away...trying to keep my cool.

Things were calm for a while, each of us minding our own business. We caught sight of each other at times, but we looked through each other. Its really hard to ignore someone in the same room! She flitted around the room, trying to catch my eye, but studiously I avoided her gaze. And then it happened.....she went in front of the TV screen. And remained there. Not in a mood to argue or talk about it, I just got up and headed to my room. But before I closed the door, she came in behind me. Still not acknowledging, I picked up my textbook and tried studying for the viva I had today.

I felt her whispering in my ear, I could feel her body sometimes near my hands, sometimes my head, sometimes my legs......maan, it was getting more and more difficult to keep myself walled up. With the increased frequency of physical contact, the last of my self-control was gone. I pushed myself up, into position and stared at her. Motionless, we feasted on each other for what seemd an eternity, and then........

SMACK!!!! That was one less mosquito in the world.


love,

whothought-ittoberisque?