The Wandering Deity's World

I have been thinking about it a lot. It’s been a while since I had it. It’s almost like centuries since the last time I engorged myself in that luscious mouth watering feeling of indulging in one.

I think about it day in, day out. I even dream about it. A lot. I cannot stand the longing anymore. Every time I look down, I see it... dry... itchy... aching to be touched, to be caressed, to be pampered. However, whenever I think of engaging in one, I am empowered with tremendous guilt I would immediately cast out the thoughts from my head. My conscience screams no. No, I cannot betray my loved ones. This is going to be a costly sin… I  know.

I tried to do it myself, but I don’t have the proper tools. I end up hurting myself. This has to be fixed. It has to.

I am only human. I have needs to be satisfied. I have decided that this weekend I am going to have one; hook, line or sinker. Even if it would mean that I’ll suffer for a while. I am willing to take the consequences.

I am not sure if I am going to tell the BF about it beforehand. He said he loves me and I can do whatever makes me happy. I am sure he will understand.

I am going to have a foot spa! Dang these dry skins around my toes, they need to be cleaned up. And I soooo missed that titillating feeling of having my feet nurtured. Yes! Yes! Yes!

Huh? What were you thinking?

I honestly thought I heard the rain called my name. But it can't be. The rain can't know my family name. Not a single soul in this village knows my family name. It isn't right. But it's the rain, is it? No. It's the mailman, standing in the middle of the street, calling out my name! Arrghh!!! What the heck is wrong with this old man? It's early in the morning and I am enjoying the nappy weather. It's not time for school yet! Please!

When he saw me peering sleepily from the glass window, he asked, actually no, he yelled if I am the person he's looking for. And to entice me, waved a brown package in my face!

I excitedly dashed outside; I was expecting a scarf my sister sent me from France. When the Ajossi handed me the brown envelope, I knew right away where it came from. The glaring "Israel" was right there in the middle of the package! I got the bug shirt from Lilly! I screamed in delight and forgot the existence of the Ajossi who stood perplexed waiting for me to sign his blue book. I didn't even notice that he asked me something.