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Post by mugsy on Jun 5, 2006 15:25:44 GMT 1
Shut up! Bite your tongue. Don't even think about it. This is supposed to be a maths lesson. You need to concentrate and apply yourself to these equations.
Rightguard. He uses Rightguard - but not very efficiently. You do maths - but not very efficiently.
So what?
Remember he is but a transient being. That he'll be out of your life just as soon as Nikki's out of hospital and recovered from her operation. It won't be long now.
But breath cannot be held, nor minds quelled, for long. And it's not sweat. Neither Fresh and tangy, nor the odour of bacteria thriving upon stale, unwashed flesh.
Is he, with his allergy inspired nasal congestion, aware how keen the sensory organs of others can be? Does he underestimate or consider such things unimportant because it's only a child seated across the table? Does he think a child to be without knowledge of such matters? Even one with brothers both older and younger. Certainly the younger ones play with themselves beneath the covers, whilst the eldest seems insatiable, if rarely obliged to relieve himself of his EME, to nestle torpid behind worn denim.
But even he, proud peacock, would never dream of venturing forth without a decent shower and fresh underwear!
"Stop daydreaming and get on with your work!"
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