Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA f...owered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse heartbeatSurroundings dainty and petite.BODY: Who says that I'm some jail. With a sharp slap on my ass I was directed backdown to the family room.I arrived to find the rest of the group in various stages of undress.Steph was topless and giving John a lap dance. Her pants were so tight,and John was so hard I half expected him to tear a hole in them. Markwas laying on his back, with Kim sitting on his face. Cindy was down tojust her panties and I could see her hand moving inside them. Emily wasnowhere to be seen.Miranda pulled me aside. "Ok, we've had some fun, but I. Now it was only the food, the music and the atmosphere that brought the young man to the fair.Walking across the pavilion Michael tried to spy something to do, he had already rode the teacups to the point where it bored him and the other rides were far to intimidating. Walking across the pavilion Michael noticed a tent, with a large picture of a meditating human outside.What was odd about the picture was that it was coloured in different areas of the body and listed them with hindu names,. He must have sensed my distance, and moved, sitting down at the foot of my lounge.You okay honey? He asked in a concerned tone.I told him yes I was fine and just thinking. He seemed satisfied with my answer, and walked back toward his own seat.Indeed I was thinking. My mind raced with emotions and wicked fantasies. It was then that reality set in. I sighed, thinking that this would be our last full day here. Thinking that tomorrow we would leave and conduct ourselves as family members only. I.Read More
