Tuesday, 6 March 2012

Inspection


12. I shall inspect my slut in flesh.

As the text pops up on my iPhone (annoying, it always displays the full text), someone is sitting at my desk, and I am in a middle of reviewing something quite important.

Fuck, have they've noticed?

I push my iPhone away. The message pops up again because fucking iPhone, like a postman, always rings twice.

I am annoyed at two things. 

The boldness of the message. 

And the fact that I am now dripping wet and I could be looking at crystal ball not a set of numbers on my screen that suddenly stopped making any sense.








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