Gloves

if my ways would have been other, Cheese’s invitation to go play would not have come and maybe the whole figure of “M” would have never been. 

Never missing the beat, that was imperious. I looked, as I always did in these situations, at her face. She was so plain I felt pity… that is, my “skin” did. Things lost stay lost. She shivered as I let go of her body, a shiver of both pleasure and fright. So plain. A few moments later she dressed and left carrying inside her some memories of an ecstatic night, mostly fictive ones i carefully implanted.

I hurried back as my watch was telling me i had no more time for sleep, just a shower and the habitual email checking. The message was there, looking unfinished, and i had a bad feeling about it. Though i quickly ignored it. The picture this time was of a garden, nothing special about it, just in the upper right corner i could identify an eye. Evenly disturbing. Once placed with the others, i gabbed the keys and left for work.

The train was stuffy as always, complete strangers clammed around me, male and female. Everybody felt the other, even if they had no intention. Some had their erections poking shamelessly and other cuties blushed and perspired with anguish. The smell of pheromones never left this train, like a birth acquired characteristic. When my stop came i pushed around some high school kids with their ears stuffed with loud undistinguished voices and breathed cleaner air on the platform. 

Cheese congratulated me on the catch the other night and spouted other senseless questions about it but i brushed him off swiftly, seeing the person sitting beside my desk. The new kid had some files for me and was looking through my printed photos. 

“neat collection you have here.” She continued to browse through them even when i took my chair in front of her. She had received my message and i thought she looked as if she was still pondering on it. 

“yes, things i just get, randomly. Those are for me, right?” she handed the files and pausing at a last picture, she looked me straight in the eye.

“i don’t think i’ll let you off so cheaply if you’re buying though. And i don’t think it might be a good idea.” I immediately smiled and looked through the files.

“whenever you think it would be, don’t hesitate.” I started logging the data, letting her know i didn’t really care when that would be. She blinked and walked away. Even without looking at her i felt the blink. It always got to me in a weird way. Somehow the way people slowed their act of blinking, the gesture, disturbed me insanely, in a very teeny tiny sexual way. The rest of the day i was tied to my computer, leaving only for minutes of smoking and bathroom. 

A Baboon unlike himself came to me and implored me to take on his share of leftover work, invoking his small girl’s birthday and how he would make it up for it. I usherd him away with a nod and received his load of work too. After all, he was the one looking after a face i was quite interested in. I took out the file with his photo and gazed at the cerulean eyes. A second later i stuffed the file in a cabinet and got on with my own work. 

Everybody had already left and most of the lights were off. I turned mine off too and hurried down the stairs. The phone calls i had made for Baboon drew me closer to the cerulean boy. Actually he was supposed to meet up with me at some studio the company had given him to finish his work. Baboon had smiled and instantly given his case to me. 

Noel. I thought of him while in the bathtub and some more on the newly squeak free bed. My urges did not alarm me. The boy was sufficiently interesting.