Time to decode whether her words were a promise or a threat or simply a mindfuck tactic – that’s fucking with me too – isn’t presented.
No.
The fiery female that even the coldest parts of the ocean couldn’t cool off callously leans closer in his direction and continues to goad, “Your inability to answer my line of questioning –again– counselor, tells me that you haven’t changed.One.Fucking.Bit.”
“Neither have you.”
“Why fuck with perfection?”
An unconscious flash of agreement occurs from me.
“You know,” her approach shifts to one that’s noticeably more menacing, “to be so fucking brilliant in the courtroom, you’re pretty fucking dumb out of it.”
“Excuse me?”
“I coulddieat those depths during my under the sea moment, Boo Boo over here could get the worst Jellystone treatment possible fromliteralroyalty, and you run a very real probability of being captured by non-Disney approved pirates – who will without a doubt ransom you for around the same amount it took to make that shitty cartoon in the 50s – yet instead of consideringanyof that shit, instead of lettingany of that shitdictate the decisions you’re making for the next couple of weeks, youchooseto be steered by the fear that someone you swim in the same circles with will discover that you like cock as much as you like cooch rather than the fear that the cooch and cock you do like may not make it out of this shit alive.”
“Poética,” is airily groused.
“Like a Greek tragedy excepttheyweren’t afraid of celebrating their sexuality.”
He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip but doesn’t argue.
Again.
How does she do that shit?!
How does she get him to just…listen?
And she’s not yelling!
Or screaming!
Or flashing her tits to keep his attention!
She’s just…talking.
And he’s just…listening.
There’s so much to fucking learn here.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” challenges the woman I find myself more and more amazed by.
“Tell me you don’t want me in that bed.”
“I don’t.”
There’s no ignoring the disappointment that darts through each of our gazes.
Oh.
Shit.
Is this going to be one of those things where I have to have her or him?
Split screens?
Then again…there technically isn’t a him situation to be splitting.
