He could feel the glaze building up on the surface of his eyes, shinny and thick like new donuts passing beneath the maternal spigot of icing, a sludgy pre-Cambrian soup-ocean, but twice as sweet.
The flourescent lights squirmed on the back of his neck. Blue and green, such visceral colors! Vibrating and humming like the hotel bed. Sexxxy. Oh yeah.
Arvo wants to jack, thought Arvo. The wrist of his mouse hand began to burn in anticipation...