Undecitina 3, 25-9

posted Feb 12, 2010, 8:56 PM by Stephen Pliska-Matyshak   [ updated Feb 12, 2010, 9:21 PM ]
The last two days have felt like the longest of my entire life.  Well, no. Being abraded felt much longer.  Trying to maintain my demeanor in front of Isildul is increasingly difficult.  His presence is intoxicating. It seems he is infatuated with me, so my remaining aloof is just making him try all the harder to impress me. His stupid, manly ploys have softened into truly sincere gestures of consideration, however.  I do not know how much longer I can or should play this game. Tomorrow...tomorrow I will complement him once...something innocuous...say please when asking him to retrieve a text for me...unobtrusively.  Oh, I am doomed.   No, I have to do this slowly...though not too slowly, though...  There is no telling when I will vanish again into the future.