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Fucking Pussy

I laid next to her. I could feel her hair on my chin. Our eyes met and she smiled. I could see her eyes glimmering like pearls.

And then, for no reason, I told her, “If a kid comes and tells me that he can fly, I will believe him.”

She threw her head back – her hair dancing – and laughed. The bed room wall around us masking the echo it created.

“Why?” She asked, giggling and at the same time placing her fingers on her lips to control her laughter.

“He may be static in real life, but trust me, that little fellow is travelling places in his mind.”

“Aren’t we all doing that?”

That stumped me.

I thought of something to reply, only to see her morph into a cat and jump out of the bedroom window.

There was silence as I stared speechless at the empty window and bed space.

“Hmph! Fucking pussy..” I said out loud and went back to bed.

Here’s a visual guide to see where the Pussy went off to.

 

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