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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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And she was in a rage, she could only see red. She picked up the mangled carcous of the cat one last time, for one last moment, she decided that with all her might this time the window would break. This time she noticed the shadow of the man standing in the door behind her, but she didn't care, she was too far gone. With one almight scream and a yell of might, she swong her arm in an arc and the cat broke through the window pane, a million shards flecked the floor like dimonds on a crimson channel dress.
All thoughts came rushing to her, a million and one, but all she could say was "Hi", him likewise. Looking at her she was as vengfull as ever, he could remember his last encounter, he wore the scars with equal shame and pride, depending on the company.
She ran at him, beat her fists into his chest, over and over, "YOU BASTARD, YOU BASTARD", he stood there, as tall and as erect as a man made of stone. She beat him over and over until he grabbed her wrists, and she sacumed, exorsted from her previous furry. She lay into his hot sweaty chest, and their sweat from forehead to chest became one. Oh, by the way, he's topless in this, donno why.
After a moment, he saw the cat, or it may have been cats, lord knows how many, definatly ploral. Not a glass surfice in site. And he knew, there and then, that she was his. They rip their clothes off and begin the passon.
Hours later, it was ended, there was feecies everywhere, the urine indisguingashable from animal to human; male to female. He picked up his clothes, and walked out the door. "Wait, where are you going? You can't just leave me here again, not like this", so he replied to her, with a wink and a smile, "Fuck off, Sis.".
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 20:56, 3 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
well done, i am in such a work-strop that was quite an achievement!
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 21:14, Reply)
I was cursing Leonard Cohen for not coming in later. Your story was awesome set to a psuedo-parisian-cafe-accordian soundtrack.
(, Sat 25 Sep 2010, 21:19, Reply)
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