The screen switched off and Trevor put the mouthpiece of his shisha in the proper place… after one last drag.
He was dizzy and, frankly, confused.
From the fact that a female form did… really nothing to show him what he can do with his own toy to her bringing up… well…
Really, she shouldn’t have mentioned Edna. At all.
That was why he had the shisha at all, wasn’t it? Needed to soften that particular misstep.
She shouldn’t have done a lot of things. Really, all kinds of naked things were better left not-done.
But they were done now. And in his head.
…
Trevor grabbed the remote and switched on a classic radio. It was night. They didn’t play anything upsetting.
So he closed his eyes. And finished the shisha after all. It would be a waste anyway...
… and let all the images and thoughts tumble through his head again. Without judgement.
It’s just a thought.
From exhausted pregnant-seeming naked ladies, over his seal displayed on her body, to the pleading hiss of his name… and, of course, invoking names in vain she should clearly not. It all tumbled over one another.
When these pictures mixed with the ones from the previous video, he was somewhat glad there was no tobacco left.
Maybe it would make sense at a later time.
Right now, it certainly didn’t. Many factors were at fault. Not that he could count them all.
He felt… a little hollow, really.
Sleep was a necessity.
Rest.
Proper rest.
At least beds were warm and didn’t just get dressed and up all cold.
