Dear Friend
I am very sorry I have spoiled our friendship and
ruined your image of me but this latter was only ever an illusion and
you were an innocent victim of my duplicity.
I feel it right now to come clean and explain in
more detail the behaviour that has led to this situation. There is no
good reason as to why I behaved as I did except perhaps the little
purple pills the french girl used to give me. But, looking back, I do
not know why I performed such disgusting and degrading acts. Perhaps
revealing those details here will help to put this episode of my life
into the past.
It started off as we thought, quite innocently. We
would sit facing one another and stroke each others bare elbows, first
the lower arm, caressing and smoothing the hairy flesh and working up
nearer to the top of the arm, then back again to linger on the joint. We
would use our fingers to twiddle the elbow joint. At the time the
pleasure was was so intense we would bend the arms right back to
maximise the sensations. It was, then, a very moving and limb bending experience which deepened our feelings and helped us to reach out and explore further depravities.
There was the knee. Basically we would crouch facing
one another and let our knees touch. Scrambling forward to get knees
against thighs was a delightful moving experience. When that was over she would demonstrate her appreciation by waving a bare foot in the air.
There was a time of real daring when we both
undressed in the same room, at the same time, with the lights on. I kept
my goggles on of course. Sometimes we would do all this standing on one
leg in the bath,
We used to do these and other things regularly every
leap year until the kids started laughing at us. And in those days we
were kind to one another. I remember one Christmas I bought her a brand
new tin opener and she got me a bucket and broom. And we used to play
parlour games like the Nose game, where you had to breathe through just
one nostril - the first one not to laugh was the winner. Such fun.
Then things started to go downhill and she started
abusing me. She would expect me to lift my legs while she vacuumed under
them. She used to make me clean up my fingernail cuttings and then
expect me to wash the dishes. She used to do snide little things like
hide my bottle opener.
Also she went out a
lot in the evenings - I was told by a friend that he had seen her on the
corner leaning on a lamp-post wearing a very short skirt and smoking,
waving to sailors as they drove past. I didn't believe that, I have
never seen a lamp-post wearing a skirt. She told me she was at bingo and
that was where all her money came from.
I try to be civil and polite to her but it doesn't
work. Only last year, I saw her in the hallway and said "Good morning"
and her response was to leer at me and make one of her sarcastic
Herrumps.
That is enough confession for one day. I will reveal more another time when you have found that time will heal your outrage.
MonSewer Feelthy
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