Calculated Risk

Christ - School Is Not Compulsory

Handbags! Spending all my money, on handbags. Do you have any idea how much whiskey that would buy? Potential flushing red like a robin, the first flush of the cool winter breeze on your pallid young cheeks, exposed to the air, aloft, for all to see. Kenneth cooly approached with a stiff brush, touched them lightly so that they might retract in grace, bending slightly to better aim. But they moved not, so a harder shove was employed, more urgently than before. Still, the tender cheeks protruded, growing ever more blushed in hue. Each soft, delicate cheek yielded gently to the touch, wobbling a little afterwards, perhaps enjoying the interaction so much as the fresh air and unusual, unseen sensations. Now the brush began to stroke in even time at the pale surface, each milky cheek shivering and tensing with the lightest of touches. Kenneth tightly held the shaft, wielding his brush with a care that fully absorbed him, each little movement inspiring raptures in tumbling fountains of sensation, little flurries of ticklish electricity that catches from hair to hair, he held his breath. Filled with wonder, scarcely aware of another world, every detail a whole fascinating subject of absorbing magnitude, Kenneth was beset by the sudden rush of knowing all at once, and regaining his hold on certainty, such that the delight he felt was past, every re-entering of that sensation now was a conscious choice, a force of will, and sadly, a slightly detached experience within those few moments before it had entirely gone.