I really hate her, not him, HER. How does she dare to touch him? To love him? He is mine. Only mine. Well, I couldn’t tell him yet, but I know he feels the same way I feel, or does he?

   Oh God! I’m so jealous, she touched him in so many ways that are forbidden for me. But not any more. I will change that. I will show him who loves him for real. I must do something because I can’t stand this situation. I don’t like her, but I can flirt with her anyway. I must take her away from him. I can fuck her without feelings, without emotions.

   I’m guided only by the rage. I know it. But I must discover her play, I must protect him from this evil. She is not good, not good at all.

   She is attracted to me too. She is responding to my flirting. Aw shit, this is disgusting, what am I doing? Was that my voice? Did I really say "What’s a Starsky?", I must focus, I’m doing all this shit to reach him, to give him my love. Is this taste in her skin Starsky’s taste? I would give my life for his taste, his smell, his loving hands, his tender lips, his dark blue eyes. Looking at me, only at me. Aw shit, he is here, what the hell is he doing here?

   I can feel the anger in his body, in his soul, the sadness in his eyes. The jealousy. Oh my God, he is jealous! But, is he jealous of her or of me? He looks at me, there’s nobody else in the room. She is forgotten. There’s nothing else in the room. Just me and thee. Or not? Oh God!, please let me explain to him why I was acting like a jerk. Please let me explain that I love him with all my heart, with all my soul, that I’m deeply in love with him.

   We punched each other, or did we try to hug?

   He’s leaving. He’s running away from me. Or her? He knows, somehow, he knows about my feelings. And he is scared. Just like me. Don’t run away, please. Let me love you.

   We’ve just left The Pits. We are at my place. Kira is history. We are together. He’s so beautiful in his black leather jacket. We are both big dummies. We are both wearing the same clothing. We both have those stupid smiles in our faces.

   Oh God! He is using his destroyer smile on me. He is seducing me! And I am allowing him to seduce me. And I’m enjoying his foreplay. Like a teenager. I’m kinda excited. He’s so cute, he’s so kind to me. He’s everything to me. Oh God! Please let me be his world, his lover.

   He wants to kiss me. I know him. I know his body. He’s tense. He is breathing quickly. He needs me, he wants me. Yes, he loves me. And at last, he kisses me. He sucks my tongue, he explores my mouth, he drinks my drool. He’s melting with me. I touch his face, his hands, his hair, his muscles. He’s so male, so strong. He’s mine. I’m his. This is the last thought I remember before being devoured by his hungry mouth."

THE END