Monday, January 27, 2014


“No way. You need a few more degrees rotation,” Bob said with authority, pointing to the picture.

Ben shrugged dejectedly. “Tried that. Just shuddered, wouldn’t turn over. Like she was close, but no joy.”

“Wait. Maybe it’s the oxygen level. She’s getting enough air?” Could have expected that feedback from Cameron; he was a runner and always aware of his lungs.

“Hmm—” Ben’s brow remained frozen with concern, unconvinced.

Tom was persuaded. “Yeah, I’m with Cam. Maybe more air, but maintain current rotation.”

“Hey, maybe increase pressure here, too. Easy, though. Too much and you’ll kill her progress,” said Stevie, gesturing lower with his finger. He’d been around the block a few times; he might actually know what he was talking about.

David, the gang’s youngest member, just nodded his head vigorously, like the fake dog in the car’s back window during a turn.

“Got it. Hold this position, more air, increase pressure slightly.” Ben’s face slowly resolved into firm resignation as he stood straight and tall, rolling up the glossy magazine they’d been pouring over.

Bob patted his back. “It’ll be okay, Ben, trust me. Don’t let this become an obsession. Eventually you’ll give Evie an orgasm.”

Copyright © 2014 Femme Malheureuse 
Words: 198
Originally submitted to Flash Fiction - Madi Merek dd. 26-JAN-2014
Word Prompt: obsession | Photo prompt: origin unknown

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