He was watching me.

Originally posted Tuesday, September 11, 2007


He was watching me.
Current mood: geeky

I walked into the bathroom, and I’m sure now that he was watching me then.

I didn’t know that as I pulled my shirt over my head, and slid my panties down that he was there, waiting.

I turned on the water, and made sure it was just the right temperature, steaming hot.... oh... I like hot showers.

I pulled back the curtain, and stepped into the stream of hot water and sighed as I felt it on my skin.

He was watching me then.

I turned around, and let the water fall on my head, soaking the unruly mass of hair into submission if only for a short while.

His eyes were still on me.

I washed my hair, and every inch of my body.

He watched me.

I dropped the soap.

We were eye to eyes.

I screamed and jump out of the shower wet and naked not quite sure what to do.

The little bastard was there the whole fucking time... watching me.. waiting to attack... if it wasn’t for the natural born clutz I am who know what would have happened?

I grabbed the conditioner bottle and squashed him...once again averting their clever little sneak attacks.


Spiders 0
Nixie somewhere in the 100’s