Sunday, May 6
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Onesome Threesome Part IV
We were back in the smaller hip-hop room. There was R&B playing, music that The Terminator used to his advantage when slow dancing. Although he had a disposition, some would call it a skill, to dance slowly to any song when he was with a girl.
I was dancing beside him and he had not introduced me to her, so I was his little secret friend. Since our last conversation we decided that he had very little will-power so it was best if he did not kiss her as it would indefinitely lead to more, and I was put on duty to ensure this.
Grab grab. Touch touch. Feel feel. Dance dance. Intense eye-contact. Recycled. It went on like this for quite some time and I was getting quite jealous of his "difficult position." So when the time came when their heads slowly inched towards each other and their eyelids clasped shut, as their lips reached out for one another, I wound my arm behind my back, crunched my hand in a tight fist and hammered him on the shoulder blade causing him to headbutt the bikini brunette, and then I continued dancing as though nothing unusual had happened. Smiling as if I was smiling from my enjoyment of the song.
My punch had little effect because it took only three or four minutes until it was back to grab grab; touch touch; feel feel; dance dance. And then I'm not sure what happened next. Perhaps I tied my laces or was bumped into an obscured view of them, but when I had a good shot of them again they were tonguing each other fiercely. Long passionate kisses that knocked the rhythm of their dancing, kissing that shut out the people beside them.
As I watched them kiss I began to try to remember which trains we took to get here, because I sure to be heading home alone.
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