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Saturday, December 23, 2006

a girl called Captain

she was the cutest thing. looking so proud in her deep self denial. so well disguised. her hair cut short, her breasts tied down, her attire man-ed up. she smiled - almost shyly - at me as i gazed at her pretty eyes, her smooth cheeks, her moist lips.

her discomfort and annoyance was painfully obvious under shameless scrutiny. finally, i smiled. she relaxed visibly as her hand was taken and shook in a most formal manner. there was a subtle clearing of throat and a husky voice said,

i'm Captain.

hi Captain, i responded immediately. you're pretty. and she was. i seldom pay that particular compliment. not even to Critten.

Captain winced at this. it's a compliment, i explained hastily. she nodded her perfectly groomed head but did not look convinced. there was a slight crease on her face. she was offended. i sighed. Critten, hanging on to her arm shot dagger looks at me. what a silver sweet couple.

whatever, i muttered under my breath.

that night i dreamt of a man so beautiful, he did not exist.
Posted by NHJ 12/23/2006 07:19:00 am