"Hey, Dreggy! How many cups have you filled?"
She swayed. Of course everyone was acquainted with what kinda person Bella was. She wasn't some stray angel. Probably the saying of a familiar demon is better than a strange angel met its semantic stance on her. Her bikini was more than hot. Well, it was, but like an Ethiopian barbecue. He wanted to gobble her. Her waist was canvassed by the hooey of her butts. A part of her edible tit sang a hymn his instinct could not decode. He was going to go insane. He knew that. But he wouldn't do that at that moment. He was just savoring the odds and pleasantries tossed by the present moment. She gave herself into his arms. Damn! He wasn't expecting it. The hug was more than what it was. The hugs he had been receiving hadn't been in such form or manner. Probably he was thinking too much. Or he was feeling it so differently because he was alread
"Where'd this guys go?" His heart was in his mouth. Not because he was afraid. Why would he be? He hadn't seen a ghost or done anything hideous. But he couldn't simply fathom why they would had left him there without telling him. Even if he had been a dickhead, that wasn't enough an excuse to dump him. Matter-of-factly they came there together. He was raged. He knew he was very displeased. He didn't want to think of what to do with them. He could probably quit being friends with them. For why would they simply make a mountain of a molehill? It was nauseating! He was recently snapping outta what Bella had tossed at him. That experience was heavenly. In some parts it was so demonic, but he would love to have it again. He would love to rewind time and have her tits pressed to his chest again. The feeling had been like a picnic in Utopia. But he wouldn't had savored that because he believed that his fr
"Uhghm Ughmm Ughmmm" He knew what that was. Like someone cleared an annoying throat over them. That wasn't actually because some treacherous mucus was militating against the consciousnesses of the aforementioned, it was simply because such was just a dickhead. He could had called such an enemy of progress. That wasn't the best name to confide in. But was there any name at all? Why would the person had come at that delicate time. If he had his ways he could strangle such. He could mar the person's head with his felon fist. He could do so many a thing to the person. But he had no idea what he was thinking. In first place, he hadn't wanted to have Bella. He had never thought himself having something with Bella. Bella of all people. And he had never thought that Bella had something for him. Probably she was just caught in some crazy mood and needed to sooth her hormones and he was the only person she c
"Ihn?" He wasn't sure of what to do. Whether or not to go to meet them. They were obviously enjoying themselves. He wouldn't want to foil that happiness. He wouldn't want to be a meathead or porous pain in their butts anymore. He could be every other things but those. He didn't want to take illicit chances. The chances of course were lean, and he knew that matter-of-factly. He was just awaiting his patience to play its part, ply its route before he would pass the baton to either his lanky legs or inky instinct. He would make a decision pretty quickly. A part of him wanted to keep standing. A part wanted to join them. A part of him simply wouldn't afford marring their happiness and then would simply go away. He didn't know which demon he was supposed to pay his haughty homage to. But he knew that he was going to succumb to one. He tried as much as possible not to remember what happened between himsel
"D..ar.." He tried to find his words amidst the sensation. Twasnt an easy task of course. Things were simply happening too quickly for him to make meaning of them. He was striving of course to make meaning but he guessed his trial wasn't enough. Probably he needed something keener or stronger. Probably he needed something he could deal with. He had no idea why he had called her name while in the act. Probably he wanted to affirm his doubt. A part of him thought he was caught up in his fantasy. A part thought he was being tested by almost all his friends. He didn't know which to believe. His instinct was treacherous! It left him to make meaning of whatever he would. To make whatever meaning he wished to. And he had been trying to to no avail. He wanted to quit trying in the first place, but he seemed to be left with no choice. He was simply a pawn of time he guessed. And the first attempt he ha
"Uhnn Uhnn Uhmmm" Not again! He could screamed that on top of his voice. Damn! Why was it always at that spot. Why was it always at that time? Why was it always whenever he wanted the best part of the lady? Why was it always when his erection tiptoed? Why was it always whenever his hungry hands soothe their anger on the taunting tits of his opponents? Why was it always when the lady was having the best time with him? Why was it always when the both of them were already engrossed. Like caught up in some elevated Utopia. Why was it always then? He couldn't make meaning of it. He tried really hard to, but his acumen was been smothered. His guesses were not fleshing. He knew that they would remain skeletal. He feared that their bones would be super creepy. He feared that he wouldn't be able to have them soothed or fixed. He didn't even know what to think. He simply needed to ask. As the callous R
"Why in the wide world would he do that" He moved closer to her as he tried to pick the crumps of syllables smothered by his curiosity. He swept them into a whole and tried to be logical. For he had no idea what she was talking about. "What did you mean? Who? What?" His patience was being tried. He knew that. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or time was just supplanting some hideous stances. He couldn't really be sure of what to think. He was just sure that he knew that he was making his words out. Her rage mated with his patience, he had no idea what the byproduct would be. But of course he was expectant. "Goddamnit, twas too open. What in the wide world was he thinking? Has he no shame at all? Arrrgh"
"And so what?" "Why do you have problem with everything? Like almost everything? Like what's the Goddamn problem with you?" "See who's talking. You think you're better than me or what? But well, I can think better than your blank skull for brain." "Of course you can, and you couldn't save your mom's death." "Dreg!" "Hey, Paul. Don't come in please. She thinks she's all bossy. I'm here for her. " The ray on Sea's eyes were dimmed. It seemed as though she would tear, but she obviously wasn't ready to give in easily. She was beginning to act all tough. Though twas quite obvious that what Dreg had mentioned was her soft spot in conversation, for she would always s
"It's whose turn today?" His jolting jaw swayed to the rhythm of the syllables. His whiskers were used to the rhythm and did find no big deal about the whole deal. But he could say that his eerie eyes were getting heavier every now and then that he could feel that one or two days, one of them would pop out. He knew that that was some jumpy jokes. He would chuckle over it whenever its rusty rays sweep across the boulevard of his thoughts. At most smiles, his jaw would quake and ache. He didn't mind. That should be the best feeling at that age. He was getting old. He wouldn't keep heading the pack forever. He couldn't help it. If he did try to force it, he might break or crush his will to live. He wouldn't do that. He did have only few years more to live. He could hear the crooning of death from the rear of taunted time. He was making himself ready for the great concert. His part and melody must not be