Friday, November 9, 2007

19th Century Flirt



The indelibly intense man with the overactive saliva flashed me. He lives accross the street. I didn't hold it against him. Surely, he's stuck on the rosier stage of the pleasure principle. Don't want to remind him of what else is in store for him. So I waved. Not sure whether he liked that. He snuck back inside. Turning shy all of a sudden, are we?

I found out his name. Then I dialled his number. As I was pressing the last digit, he answered. Had he been expecting me? But the panting excitement I had expected didn't materialize. Not at all. He seemed rather collected; so collected it evoked a civil servant.

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