Like Real People

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"I guess can make a person sad." He could tell he intrigued the class, especially Christine, the short haired women maybe in her early 50's. Abell was intrigued with how good she looked for her age..
"Could you elaborate?" She said, as she put one leg over the other, Abell's eyes lingered down, and his mind clipped a million images in his mind, he felt a pulse below his hips.
Abell nodded. "Sure."
"You are vicious but not passive aggressive." Christine said, harshly.
Abell cringed his eye brows together, he now pressed the images away.
"I am not an angry person." Abell said in disbelief she had the nerve to say that.
Christine shook her head. "Oh, no you aren't. But I am sure we all know that vicious can be in many different forms." She raised her eye brows.
"You can easily be a savage it's almost as if its automatic." She added, with a teasing wink.
They stared at each other. The images popped into is mind again.
The classmates began to chat with each other at the tension in the air.
Abell could tell she was psychoanalyzing him. She was observing him, more then any women has ever done.
Normally he would have liked this, but not this second. He felt almost naked, almost bare. To him, she was the one that needs to be naked.
"Could you elaborate." Abell said, remaining eye contact with Christine, he put one leg over the other, and grasping his hands together at his crotch. He watched her eyes slowly linger down.
She nodded, her eyes back on his. "An example of vicious, would be an obsession.."
Abell rose his eye brows at her answer.
"With women." She added.
She said plainly. Her words struck into his soul. Abell saw a dark room, with clothing on the floor.
She didn't read Abell like a book, she watched a movie inside his eyes.
Cause she watched that dark room with clothing on the floor, grow with lust.