Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and...they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay Peacethe lovely the boys(as soft as can she)they pose and they primpand they weep for untilthough the dress in the closetsays Nowthe lonely the voices(as apart as can dark)they wish and they waitthrough chill steady rainthough the willows in bittersweetsay Jointhe brash the. “Yes, I have… and I still haven’t decided.” I could tell you were getting a little frustrated. I knew you would never FORCE me to do something, but you sure would bug me about it. You had been thinking about it more than usual, probably because I had recently begun to give in. I wanted to do it for you… but at the same time I was still unsure about how I felt about it. That night you reached over and pulled me to you. You lay behind me and whispered your fantasy to me again. I have to admit,. In a very real sense, with our father dead, and our mother in her drunken abyss, Gary and I were all the each other had in the world at this moment. I felt a level of closeness and intimacy towards Gary that I cannot fully describe. I felt that we belonged to each other at that moment.Gary stepped into the shower with me. His erection rigidly strained towards the ceiling. It was so hard, it looked as though he could break concrete with it. It stood out proudly in front and appeared to reach. I make a quick but complicated movement with the fingers of my right hand and quietly mutter a phrase in an ancient language. A black misty bow forms in my hand and a quiver filled with arrows made of a similar material as the bow appear on my back. “So you are one of the Fire Branded then.” The master hunter says with hints of awe and fear in his voice, “I thought the cover up scar was in the right place.” “You have met one of my people before. That is how you know a way to move so quietly.”.Read More
