Milk the Milkman

Day 3

I haven't seen "Francis" in a couple of days, was I stupid to not let him in, to not protect him, I would sacrifice this whole neighbourhood if it meant he would get to survive, I would let the world burn for him. 
WHAT AM I SAYING?! He's just a dopple ganger who probably has killed plenty of people, the next time I see him I'll make sure to get rid of him... That's such a lie.
The only thing I want to get rid of him is his innocence. SHIT SNAP OUT OF IT.

It's close to the end of the day and there's still no sight of seeing him, I slightly miss him, despite me not knowing that much about him, not even his touch, or the warmth he may give to me in my darkest times through a hug. 
I've started to give up all hope; its way past my shift and all I've been doing is reading this book, just sightly wishing to see a glimpse of him any second.

"Hello?" 
I look up quickly not excepting anyone but the voice sounds so familiar. 
"Francis?!" I basically jump out of my chair. 
"Haha, you did miss me, you're basically on the table begging for a kiss right now," he giggles.  
"Shut up," I get down and sit, crossing my arms, I'm slightly ashamed of myself for showing such a vulnerable side of me; "Why were you gone for so long?" 
"I had... business," he looks away, "how have you been?"
"Better now that you're here, how about you," DID I REALLY JUST SAY THAT HOLLY SHIT.
He only smiled at me, he seemed so tired, I wonder what he's been up to, talking to other people? Wait why am I acting like we're dating, this is so stupid. 
"You ok, you look tired?" 
"Yea and then no, I'm not tired" he sighed. 
I knew he was tired, apart of me just wanted to grab him and pull him towards my arms and just hug him so tightly, and wait for him to fall asleep.
"Hey, uhh can you let me inside?" Francis asked.
"What no, you know I can't do that right? Or have you gone stupid in the brain, I mean you always were."
"Please baby girl," he begged, he was basically on his knees praying to me. 
"Francis, wait you're not even Francis, what even is your real name? You know I can't let you in for obvious reasons, you'll kill everyone in here, I've seen what you're capable of, why do you even want in?" 
"My name? I don't know, Francis? sounds nice, seems like an easy name for you to moan."
"FRANCIS!" I blush, "don't change the topic.." 
"I want in to feel you, your soft skin, I wanna see you in your all, my majestic girl, plus I wouldn't hurt anyone in here if that's what you really want, I pinky promise love."
"Pinky promise?" I scratch my head. 
Francis preceded to shove his hand through the slit where people hand me their entry passes and ID and holds out his pinky.
"Baby, don't leave me hanging.." 
"Ah!" I pause, "wait, I'm still not gonna let you in though, almost made me forget about your request, you're a sly fox you know that."
"You don't have to let me in, just want to make a promise I won't kill anyone in this building if it makes my baby girl happy," he smiles. 
"fine."
I wrap my pinky around his and wonder what I just agreed to.

his hands were so big compared to mine, I can only imagine how big it must be, if his hands are twice the size of mine his fucking dick must be the size of my head, shit, that must feel so good, like a whole new world, how it would reach into the deepest parts of me and hit my inside in all the right places.

"Ha, so your skin is smooth, I was right," Francis says while pulling out his hand and grabbing his pinky and inspecting it. 
"You weirdo, did you just do that to feel me?" 
"Maybe~" he stops and looks at me, "but can't you just imagine it love?" 
"Imagine what?" 
"The way we would feel together, hot and sweaty, just dripping in each others mess, how good you'd feel against me, with your baby soft skin, my love I just crave your touch, I would love to make a mess out of you and see how freaky you can really be, I mean you always look so put together when I see you, I just wanna see you apart and begging at my feet for more." 
"Francis..." 
"My bad, was that too much?"
"I lo-" what was I about to say? I can't let him know, "Francis get out.." 
"I love you too," he pressed his hand on the glass. 
"Francis?" without a thought I put my hand against the glass where his was.
"Yes my love?" 
"Don't call me your love," what was I doing, he's just a demon, I can't be catching feelings for him, I push myself further from the glass by kicking the table and my wheely chair doing the rest. 
"I really thought we had something," Francis said while standing up, "bye."
And before I could say goodbye he was already gone, out of sight. 

what did I do...