8 On a Plate

This door’s a bit tight. Probably a knack to it. Guess the place has just been built, needs time for the edges to smooth. Yeah, know how it feels. Well, that’s one down, only another 30 odd to go. Oh yeah, and the 60 million back home, and don’t forget about the bloody billions in the world. Fuck! I do feel bad about Karen though, but they had been split up for six months! – don’t be scared little one – I wasn’t really that into it. I mean, I didn’t start it and it was only the once. It might have been more fun if she’d have seduced me, instead of saying come round and fuck me stupid. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a bloke and I love pussy, but you know, a bit of flirting, a few hints, a little bit of trying to work the signals out is exciting - battles are to be fought, not skirted – gives a man purpose. Ok, I’ve a cock, but I’ve got a bit more besides. Nah, she put it on a plate and I made a cold decision in the heat of the moment, and that is shit. Just like the sex was. How would I feel if I was Jonesy? I dunno. I have thought about that quite a lot. If it was me I’d probably be pissed off a little, a bit betrayed at least by someone I love playing footie with and sharing my thoughts with. Thought we were mates, mate! But it’s not as if Jonesy is a saint himself is it? If he was, they’d still be together. Nah, I don’t think it was even about the sex. Think Karen wanted to know she still had it, was still sexy. More like a recalibration of a shrunken ego thing, than a taking from behind. But what do I know? I’ve never had anyone cheat on me, at least as far as I know, touch wood, but it must be a killer. Helen would go ballistic though if she ever found out. She always thought there was a thing between me and Karen. She didn’t say it, but I felt the evils when we made each other laugh. But it’s easy with your mate’s wife innit, no pressure. But she wouldn’t leave. Too attached to my money, and the lifestyle, I think. Fuck it, that’s the least of my worries now - You are mortal and you are magic – I’ve gotta face the rest of the team now. Don’t know what I’m gonna say, except everyone makes mistakes and all that shit -  If only you could see - Gotta face De’Ath and all! And breakfast. Don’t think there’s any where to put it though, I’m gutted. But I must eat, those are the rules. Come on mate, just let go of the handle, walk, and walk fucking tall. Just go down this fucking corridor – yes, come unto me little one -  and do it! -  I have chosen thee -  Zoned!