opalhawk stood at the side of osm's bed, completely naked. the smoothness of
her skin would put a piece of the finest silk to shame; her hair soft like
feathers. osm, also naked, embraced her. the warmth of her body soothed him
and he could feel the moistness of her womanhood as osm's pubic hair intermingled with opalhawk's lack of pubic hair. the scent of her nectar was more hypnotic than the sweetest cloud
of opium smoke. he felt her heart beating in his chest as her breasts
pressed against him. their skin felt as one as their sweat intermixed. osm was
overcome with passion for this small jewel. he yearned to meld with her; to
penetrate her so deeply that they would merge into a completely new, single
entity, with the right to vote and bear arms.
the grating sound was like a chainsaw in osm's head. his head throbbed in
synchronization to the pulsing of the alarm. reluctantly, he left opalhawk's
loving arms and returned to his desk. wearily, he looked at his monitor and hit
the refresh button on his web browser. a new spaceghost comment on adequacy;
indeed the sentinel was efficient. osm read the new entry.
whaaaaaaa! whaaaaaaa! piss and moan, piss and moan! whaaaaaa!
"spaceghost, you drooling, two-timing ape!" with that, osm drifted back into
the bedroom with his dearest.