Wystan was howling in pain as his body writhed in agony. His scrunched up nose, his wrinkled eyes and his facial expression was enough to paint a thousand pictures. And his hands? Dare I even say it?? They were stuck between his legs, covering his precious jewels.
Oooops! I guess I got overly excited and accidentally kneed him. I should have known!!! Silly silly, Farah. He was completely, UTTERLY uncovered top to bottom!! Unprotected and here I go and jumped on him!!! Uuurghhhh!! How will I face the day???
I stood at the corner of the loo, wondering what I could do to help. Should I smack him? Hmm... Maybe I should.
Smack!!
A loud thunderous slapping sound between skins echoed majestically as my palm turned raw from meeting his thigh. He looked rather pitiful as his glassy eyes questioned my action and his hands rubbed the red palm-printed thigh of his. No words slipped his lips but oh how it quivered!
