Window Dressing Down My bum had already started to go numb by the time the clock struck 12.45 on Monday 17th April, 2014. I shifted my weight slightly, rolling from the right cheek to come to a rest on the left, the chair screaming in agony as I went. I looked at the clock again whilst picking my nose with my little finger. Still 12.45. I nibbled my discovery, merely to savour its taste momentarily rather than for sustenance. I tasted blood straight away, though it was hardly noticeable now. 3 days after the incident and the nose was still slightly harder to disguise. It even looks broken if I look straight down along its considerable length... Damn. Visions of his soapy semi-erect penis make me shudder in disgust, I think? When he asked if anyone was in the shower, I don't think my answer sounded like an invitation? My pride gene forced me to keep showering, acting like everything was normal as he went over communication codes and impact strategy. I hope it wasn't anything too important, as every ounce of my being was being diverted instead to screaming FUCK OFF at him, telepathically. It didn't seem to be working very well, if at all. Then there was his size in general, as if supersize was his own private joke with god. Ha ha, not funny, big guy.
