Like an idiot.

Suffice to say, the intervention of Kylie and Kate did wonders to me. I could not describe the experience I so overly enjoyed with Kate. Sex, a good fuck, it seemed all so banal, so crude to me. It was like she poured pure concentrated happiness into me. Like poetry for mind and body at the same time. I stopped trying to put words to it, scared I would ruin the whole... well, whatever it was.

It was easy to put a smile on my face. I just had to bring back images of whatever happened that evening, and I was grinning like an idiot again. I daydreamed quite a few hours that day, surely an after-effect. Perhaps even an overdose of that concentrated joy.

My mood lifted into the sky, I saw things differently, or at least I felt differently and showed it too. My team mates seemed to be more relaxed. I was making stupid jokes again. I listened to them. I was absent at times, but smiling in myself. I didn’t even think about how I would feel if all that would be gone. It didn’t even bother me in the slightest that the whole section knew about it, or that it seemed they even encouraged it. I smiled to the women, they smiled knowingly back. I smiled to the men, they were grinning back. I smiled to Kylie and Kate...

“Kate, you sure you didn’t overdo it?” Kylie asked Kate.

“Hmm, perhaps I did, but look how happy he is now.” I heard Kate answering, but I didn’t care the least.

“Let’s hope it will fade somewhat in a few days,” Kylie wondered aloud.

“It usually does.” Kara replied, smiling shyly at me.