I was daydreaming about former lovers and lives long past. I hadn’t the faintest, but the twinge of this recurrence overwhelmed me. The haremic desire to be surrounded by pussy; to be shackled to the cunt, enslaved to the grand clam.

I longed once more to feel her young tongue in my mouth as I watched the waves bob up and down. The light of the afternoon sun flickering on the water’s surface made my wish all the more tantalizing.

Why was I such a prick? I was taken advantage of…or was I, in my mind, the rapist of underage women? Was it such an affront to relive my memories of nubility and adolescence?

I wanted to melt into the girl and be forever forgotten by the world. I’d fade from memory, from existence, in time. And nothing really mattered other than the crown named woman of my heart’s desire. But instead, I caught myself playing some sort of table top game. The birds were circling, but I didn’t care, even as the fish splashed the surface of my serene dream.

So, I played the crazy bitch, a temporary German pasta. I tried to kill my best friend’s soul. Traumatic insemination with a coup de grâce. Gonna skull fuck his corpse after the arrow is removed from his face. Feel the bloody brains give way to my thick cock as it forces its way into the warm mush contained within his head. But I was killed by Cain, my brother, who wasn’t my keeper. Brought me down in cold blood. It was worth a shot. I thought we could leave early, but I got a beer and the eve improved.