Christ, he thought. How much longer was this going to take? And, come to think
of it, how long had he been here already? And now that he really got to
thinking about it, what the fuck was he doing here in the first place?!
was boring. Really boring. Really boring with really bright florescent lighting
overhead. Go figure. And yet it was beyond florescent somehow. Not
brighter. No. It's just that it was...or made everything seem...more boring?
More stale. It caused the furniture and fixtures in the room to appear plainer
than they were...if that was even possible. The effect was nauseating and, as
if to purposely increase this sensation, wouldn't ya know it; the light above
him just had to be buzzing and blinking
was uncomfortable too. It was as if there was a part of it directly underneath
his ass that had bowed under prior stress and finally broken so that now both
butt cheeks were cradled and practically s…