Our eyes meet from across the room. Such beauty. But why in the corner all alone? Should I do something? Say something? God knows the place needs the kind of electricity our partnership would bring. The more I look, the more my mind turns to filth. To dirt. To thoughts I should just not be having. Or should I?
I can hear the noise we would make. The enjoyment of the way I will use and abuse her. Dragging her about the room having my way until I no longer need her.
Should I take her home? To meet my parents? Would she clean my clothes for me like I hoped she would? It is customary for it to happen like this in my country.
My thoughts turn to the need for a groinal attachment. Can I get one that will fit perfectly? Is there something universal I can use? Do both our species mix this easily?
I must not be having these thoughts. I must stop. I am a married man. What would my wife say were she to learn of this forbidden love?
No. I have to talk to her. Her eyes are piercing me like a tongue piercing done with a wooden spoon. I walk over to her. Am I about to make the most dangerous encounter I can have in my married life?
Hi. My name is Simon. I could not help but to see you staring at me. It is as if you have not blinked the whole time I am here. I know this is wrong, and you can see my wedding ring, but please… I need to know your name.
Hi. I’m Henry.
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