How do you describe walking into a room?

Answer 1

He was tall, with green hair, green eyes -- though his right was brighter than his left and he had a scar running from his brow to his cheek -- beige skin and wore only his miliatant pants, the shirt was of his own. The door gave awya a soft click before his deep footstes flooded kitchen. I had forgotten how late I had stayed and before I knew I was hoping he would walk past me, not notice me; thish appened before, two years ago and though I couldn't help but throw myself I was praying for my selfcontrol.

Thump Thump Thump

Sick, that was what this was. I wanted him, but he wsn't me, sadly though we were humans and sex was a basic need -- real or imaginary -- he used it as a weapon, while I used it as a drug. We were both wrong, both horrible people, but as his firm hands gripped my hips from behind, there was no space left for anymore sin. I could laugh right now; I pulled the gold band from my fourth finger and he removed his silver back from around his neck, took them in his hands and threw though in the corner, a ching and chang chimed before it was silent.

As the night began and our clothing was out bed and our body heat was our covers a picture of my husband flashed into my mind; or so I hopped. Standing in the door way, his face paled over and a prostetic leg for his right stood Larry and beside him was a woman who was jsut as hysterical. We had been caught, the doors had been opened. They walke into our room.

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