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Chapter 1 (v.1) - Prologue: Intuition

Submitted: February 28, 2008

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PROLOGUE: COMPROMISES

Breathe. Just breathe, relax your muscles and think of your own aura. A calm, peaceful aura that radiates from the core and purifies your-

"KAT!!! KAT!!! WHERE'S MY CROTCH GUARD?!"

Arrrghhh. There goes my state of Nirvana.

"I don't know honey, you gave it to Rosa after your last game." See that? Note the downward tone of voice that I hoped sent the message that I was not in the mood.

"No I didn't. Help me find it!" Russell Erickson had the same amount of patience as a three-year-old without a toy, and frankly, it's beginning to piss me off. I ignored him as I always do, secretly lamenting the bad choices that I made make in my life. Russel storms through my haven of a room (and not to mention my train of thought) and shuffles through my neatly piled belongings with a brash impatience.

"KATY-"

"It's Katya...not Kat, not Katy. Please remember that." I close my eyes and resume my yoga-ish search for inner purpose. Russel sighs and sits on the bed as he sweeps down and roughly kisses the area below my ear. I try to tell myself that it is still relaxing as the first times, feeling his warm breath tickle my earlobe and his hands softly tangling themselves in my hair. I TRIED. I can't possibly tell him that what he is doing is not, in the very very least, arousing. His breath smells like the eggs and bacon that he had for breakfast and his hands don't only tangle themselves in my hair, they GLUE themselves to it.

"Katya...mmm..." Oh god, I hope he doesn't think that I feel any physical attraction for him at the moment. I stand up hurriedly, which is really against my nature, I never do anything hurriedly (or I least I look like I'm not).

"I have to take a shower, I'm going to be late." I say coldly. I can feel his eyes trying to read my actions as I pick up my towel and head for the bathroom, with the yoga music still playing on my stereo. Upon entering the shower room, I spot a round plastic thing that looks like a cup.

"Russel, RUSSEL!" He comes bounding down the stairs and appears right in front of me, at the door of the bathroom.

"I found your goddamn crotch guard." I throw the thing at his face and slam the door, knowing somehow that it was the beginning of the end for me.


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