Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no. I HEARD HIM SNIFF AND SAY VANILLA? HE HAD SMELLED ME BECAUSE HE PRETTY MUCH SMELLING ME RIGHT BESIDE HIM I TRIED NOT TO BREATHE BUT AS I INHALED HE RAISED HIS FACE AND WAS SMACK DAB CLOSE ENOUGH TO KISS ME. I GASPED AND BACKED UP AND HIT THE DOOR FRAME AND WAS GOING NO WHERE IN A HURRY SWORE I SHIFTED THE HOUSE. HE CAME THROUGH THE CRACK AND WAS STARING AT ME LIKE HE HAD NEVER SEEN A WOMAN BEFORE WHICH IRKED ME TO DEATH. SO LIKE THE USUAL OLE ME I ASKED HIM WHAT THE HELL HE WAS STARING AT AND. I didn't know if I should run or what. Then my mind shifted again. Who the hell was she to come in, with keys, eat food I prepared and act like she owns the place. I decided I would have to do something. She turned and walked out of the kitchen saying “Peter where are you? That omelet is fantastic. Your breakfasts get better and better.” She was walking to the bedroom.I stood up and thought “Oh so she has breakfast here, that's great.” I pondered this as I heard her open the bedroom door and. A second heel strike bulged the window out dangerously.Don nodded. “Be safest to Taser her.”“Did that already, just managed to shove her back inside the cruiser and get the door shut while she was laughing at me.”“Damn. This is gonna suck.”Kathy – one of the jailers - and Melanie pushed the restraint chair out the door and ran it to them just as a third heel strike split the window partway. A blood red eye peered out the crack for a second as the keening scream changed abruptly to an unhinged,.Read More
