It was the
end of a long hard day’s worth of work and he was finally home to his latest
infatuation. Truth be told, she was the best he had laid his hands on in a long
long time. He dumped his bag on the table, tempted to open her again. But first
things needed to be done first. He opened the cupboard and brought out his
precious scotch glass. Special days deserved special rites. Carefully, he added
2 cubes of ice and poured himself a golden drink. This was the life he aspired
for. He set the drink on the table, touching her, for it was testing for him to
stay apart from her for so long. All through the day, he’d kept his mind from
thinking of her. But no more. Now he was back, he was going to enjoy her to his
heart’s content.
He laid her
across her table and set himself on the couch in the most comfortable position.
All was set. He opened her with a gentle touch. Careful, not to let his
excitement get the better of him. He eyed her casually before he began.
Tonight, he would have all of her.
A glass of
vanilla coke in one hand and Rowling’s book in another, he continued reading.
