I start fiddling with the front door, trying to keep my mind and my hands busy. I haven't looked around for tools. I'm working on the hinges with my bare fingers. At least I can employ my super human strength for something useful.
I'm fighting to keep away the thought that I should take advantage of the situation, since she will hate me anyway for going as far as I already went. I can still smell her in the hallway, as I toil away fixing the door. It won't hold to anything more than a soft knocking, but it won't remain open, an invitation to burglary.
I'm standing in front tree bench that still holds the imprint of her body when I hear her coming down the stairs. I step away from the improvised altar of my lust, doing my best to smooth all lewd thoughts from my countenance even if it is impossible to erase them from my mind.
“Let’s get this over with.”
Don't say anything stupid! Be cool. She's right to keep her mind to business. Yes. The best would be to get it over with. There's still a chance she might still want you afterwards. Or not hate you enough, so you can win her over.
Keep it simple. Say okay. Alright. Sure. Or just turn around and open the door.
"You look beautiful."
Bloody brilliant! What's next? You're going to take her hand? Move! You're still staring at her. Yes, she is beautiful, wank off thinking about her when you're back on the island, but for cryin' out loud don't stand there! Make a smart ass comment if you can't move, but stop acting like a dork!
"A little on the thin side. Wouldn't be enough of you for a cannibal to cover a small water biscuit."
Idiot! I'm so flustered I reverted to the speech patterns of the time when I was alive. Any moment now I'll say effulgent!
"Let's go," I say turning around.
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