"You wanna wake my erection?"
And she stopped at that time. She retracted her hands. Why wouldn't she? He wasn't even romantic. That was actually a lie. She knew he was romantic. But why would he had said such? What was he having in mind? What was he thinking? Was he thinking that she'd kept on it after he'd said such? Hell embrace that! Sulphur make pawn of the thoughts and its source. Why would he be pruning a pulpy joke with her on such stance? She wasn't in for it. Why would she? She wasn't that kinda all-joke lady. She was quite the serious and reserved. Twas really obvious and she wouldn't fiddle with the instinct. Arrrgghhh!
They had been spent on a discourse and he'd been trailing the track of some thoughts before he'd rerouted. She wouldn't actually set her feet back on the route. She would elevate her interest and champion her course.
"What was there to say to him?" "Dar, he's quite the stubborn guy. He wouldn't even admit his feelings to anyone. He'd never done that and wouldn't want to bring himself to doing it. He was quite the tough guy. I was thinking that you're already acquainted with him. He's hell of a friend." "Wait. What are you trying to say? Like are you trying to talk me into asking him out? How is that just some guesses. Paulie, let it not be what I'm thinking." Ladies! Ah! They were quite basked in gaunt guesses and cloned assumptions. They would make themselves believe what was less of a truth and gird their thoughts with masticated motives. He was used to them. Of course Sea was a better version of the porous package. Paul simply smiled. Talking to Dar about
He wouldn't go to meet her. That would be squashing his pride. Probably twould be tantamount to mock his own rustic rigidity. That would be the worst thought he'd ever nurse in his life. He wouldn't take slim chances. He wouldn't go. He'd rather loiter on the corridor than call her. He was sure that the two of them were basked in pulpy pride. But he was sure that his would never submit to hers. His would never quake in awe of the ferociousness of hers. If he would talk to her, then he'd stop talking to himself. He knew that wasn't an option. He would simply ignore the thought. He'd simply pawn the thought. But the thoughts seemed to had been trained by shrewd shenanigans. Dreg looked closely and noticed that Dar was having a novel with her. She always did. And at least, that would serve as a boyfriend to her. Ew! He left for the class.
She'd seen him. As he'd seen her. Seemed as though the twain were tossing coins of chances. She was of the opinion that a guy is supposed to tilt the gourd of his pride and pour out its content before a lady. But hmm hmm, Dreg wasn't that kinda guy and she wasn't going to sway to the rusty rhythm pricked by the porous pride that'd pored his sanity. She would keep ignoring him. Even Sea would speak for naught if she tired persuading her. Ah! She was vexed. She watched him return to wherever he'd came from. She wanted to leave immediately, but twould see like tailing. Arrggh.
"Yo, babes, how ya kickin'" She was sitting by herself. He was on his way home. He didn't actually wanna stalk her. It was better that he leave for home immediately with no complications. Things hadn't been working perfectly ever since the shit between Dar and Dreg had been supplanted. Sea hadn't been her real self and he could testify to that. She had a response to what he said: "Let's talk..." "Hope twouldnt take much time. Got to go A S A P." "Then go!" Was she vexed? He was only playing around words. He tried cheering her up, but she gave no damn. Screw it! He's got something better to do at home!
"What doesn't work for you probably might work for me." He wasn't sure to who that was directed. They were four. He could t be the one. And he had no idea what that was supposed to mean. Probably he had an idea but was simply feigning the hard guy. Not much of an option though, but what was there to do. He shouldn't be taking much responsibility for what he hadn't said. Probably he should let some other persons do that for him. He probably would be in for such sometimes later. That was mere hypotheses. Or probably some inflected hooey. Dar was seating at the rear of the block-chair while Sea was on its heart. He was seating on the edge of the chair while Dreg was standing behind the block-chair opposite the girl's. Dreg had been indifferent. He could fathom. He knew that that was unusual of his pal. And of course he knew that that had something to do
"That's actually a side to it. But damn. There are other sides to this. And I tell you, you can't be so sure what to think. We all can't." "Uhmmm. Fair enough. Sea, tell us a folktale or story or whatever." "Yes, pleasssee..." "Bestie votes..." "Very well then. I'll think of one Dad told me. Uhmm." "Ten seconds..." "Eight..." "Seven...." "Six...." "Five...." "Four...."
"It's now your turn, Dar." "No, I can't please." "Seven..." "Six..." "Five..." "Four..." "Three..." "Two..." "One..." "Arrrgh. I give up. Y'all win." "So... The story?" "Take it whichever way it comes... There was once upon a time a king who had a son who was veryfond of hunting. He often allowed him to indulge in this pa
"You need not count for me. I'll do the little I can. At least, I won't be the last to speak. Paul will be. I'll steal his tale. Hehe." "Quit the flaunting. Let's here the tale." That was Dar. "Yanyanyan. Alright... There was once a pious old man, who was exceedingly rich. He had butone son, whose name was Jochanan. This Jochanan had a beautiful andpious wife. When his father was about to die he called his son andexhorted him to occupy himself with God’s precepts and to continually performacts of charity. He bequeathed to him all his wealth, saying, ‘‘When the days ofthy mourning are over, go into the street and remain there until thou seest a