PAIN AND PLEASURE

I finish washing the dishes and jog to my room. The excitement I am feeling, huh? I take a hot shower and rest on my bed.

An hour flashes, and I was getting underway with impatience when a slight knock on my door almost makes me jump out of bed with ecstasy. My heart skips several beats, but I compose myself, albeit in vain.

This is what I was waiting for.

I don't answer the door, nor do I mumble a word. Instead, I saunter to my bedroom window and stare through it.

Cool, my heart. He is here!

He calls my name, but I am deaf. He calls a few more times, and then silence falls. Anger and paranoia start clambering in me. Did he walk away? He didn't bother to ask if I was inside. Why the heck did I think of this absurdity? I should have planned something more suggestive, you know, like waiting for him in the sitting room or lying nude on his bed.

Shiieet! Now I will have to deal with...

Boom!

The door flows open, and a cold chill runs down my spine, turning my insides into ice for a