I thought about a fly on my windshield one day while I was driving. He stayed right there as I increased the speed. Finally, at about 55 he blew off. He must have had suction cups on his feet.
After a while he wandered down across my belly and was soon joined by one of his friends. I really wanted to swat the little bastards, but there was no way I could reach them. They continued moving just enough to actually torment me. Occasionally others would come by for a visit and dance on my nose and toes. Finally, I did my best to just ignore the beasts. There was nothing I could do about it anyway.
My mind drifted into that fantasy world. I couldn’t believe I told him all the things those evil women did to me in my s****l fantasies. Those bits of imagination were private. I liked to think abou
