It's seven forty five and Paul still isn't here. I'm starting to think Jane has caught on. Cyn and Julian are off at God knows where this weekend and I have everything Paul and I need to have an exciting weekend. Just as I'm losing hope he bounds through the door. There he stands, hair windswept and in his face and his hazel eyes shining. I'm caught in his gaze, it's intoxicating. I feel myself blushing and I start to smile uncontrollably. I start thinking to myself yet again: "Come on John! Stop it you look like a damned fool!" I'm barely able to utter a word; I'm completely lost in the moment. I finally open my mouth "H-hi." Paul pushes his hair back and blushes. He laughs, "Hi Johnny." He looks absolutely adorable when he's embarrassed and his voice.. Don't even get me started. Before I'm fully aware of what's going on the two of us have made our way to the couch and he's on top of me and tugging at my shirt. He presses his face to mine and kisses me passionately. At first I feel guilty, knowing that I have a faithful wife that will be coming home on Monday. But then my guilt subsides and our lips move together. I never want to come up for air. With him I'm born again. I don't have to be a prisoner of society and be the perfect model for society. With him I can show my emotions. He reminds me that I'm a human, not just some famous show monkey. I can be a person. I can have emotions. And if I know one thing in the world it's that he feels the same.
((Should I keep going? I think I will but not too sure.))
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