Being Eaten on All Fronts
Saturday, December 6th, 2003
Being Eaten on All Fronts
A Dom Entry
So, tonight presents the moment of truth. I hate to disappoint Billy by not letting MS "show up" at the bar tonight. I figure it'll give us more time to talk, just us, anyway. Which is always good. But I suppose he'll be at my throat all night asking where MS has gone.
I really hope I don't end up making him upset with me. I hate awkward rides home. Though, with my bike, I should be used to that by now.
MS is going to have to think up some Great Escape letter after this. There's no way Billy will be happy about it. But I suppose it's better than letting him think that "Leon" is the one. I wonder how many punches I'll get after I tell him it was me the whole time...
Is it obvious that I'm really very nervous tonight?
Billy's been ready to leave for about an hour now. He's reading his book in the meantime, but I know it's an act. How can anyone read when they’re so obsessed with the clock on the wall? He's making me so anxious. He hasn't even mentioned Leon since I got home. I think he's plotting something.
Ow. I think TS just bit my finger off. Maybe I should re-attach it before I leave tonight.
Or maybe he should just finish me off so I won't have to go at all.
No, I don't think his stomach is big enough.
But that really doesn't stop him from trying.
Slow down, you sodding clock.
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