Time is a fickled thing

For a moment, an eternally long second all he could do was stand there, staring in horror at one another. He could do nothing, not even think. Time is a funny thing it can fall like so much sand through the finger, or move with all the haste of a glacier. Here time was maelstrom neither passing not coming. How much time the two of he spent lock in that gaze, he could not tell. Even when he would later look at a clock, he could not remember the last time he had seen one. Then all things chose to move forward once again. He rushed to the door and slammed it in her face locking it fast.

He falls back into the chair. With a heavy sigh, he looks down and chuckle, his erection, while not the ramrod it once was, was still very much erect. He looks to the screen to see a several pages by Maria her messages go from vulgar to questioning. He responds telling her the story. “Ouch,” she replied, “kind of a mood killer eh?” To his chagrin, he has to agree. The two of he continue until 10:00 that night. It is that talk about nothing, which we humans do so often in our socialization. He went to bath and had to wait on Julia for 20 minutes. Once in he was barely awake enough to keep from drowning in the shower. Then he is off to bed.

His sleep was without rest. His dreams were filled with sorted images and numerous embarrassing “caught in the act” scenarios. It is evidence of a benevolent **** in the universe that we do not suffer to remember the vast majority of our dreams. He awoke tired and running late as his alarm had been blasting for 17 minutes before he finally came around. He could hear Julie was already in the shower as the bathroom was next to his room. She had a strange thing for bathing at least twice a day. Thankful he had bathed the night before, he dressed and tried to straighten his hair but in the end, he simply pulled it back, and ‘best look for the least effort’ he thought as he looked in the mirror over his dresser. He smiled as he remembered he fortune of the earlier afternoon. His drowsiness combined with these amorous apparitions created a kind of daze, it was rather pleasant.

He must have looked rather ragged as his mother offered that he not attends school. Now he wouldn’t have been much of a geek if he had said anything other than what he had, “No, mom, I should be fine.”

Before he goes he tell his mom that he were asked to help Maria study again. While this was not unusual he mother is still hesitant about letting he go. He reminds her that Maria's mother will be there, and that is pretty old school catholic. His mother relents. She says that since she is letting him out tonight she really can’t keep Julie from having her friend over tonight. Before he goes, she asks him to go tell her.