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inside out

How did we get this dependant on the technological gadgets, intended to make our everyday lives easier? With a “healthy” dose of suspicion you could go on contemplating on if that would be the true intention of this prosperous state. Maybe it was all set up to gain control over its population, always under a cover of marketing benefits, consumers’ satisfaction or to weave a we further into the established laziness of mankind. And another fifteen minutes had passed with asking myself these superfluous “why are we”-questions. I picked up the package from the counter and made an effort to look like I thought it was a big deal. It always seemed like a big deal on paper, whenever I opened the A4-sized envelope at the beginning of the week. I received it always by mail on Saturday but I didn’t open it until the last minute, to postpone the feeling of being tied up to my rather luxurious lifestyle. “I will see your pretty face next week, doll”, I said with a rather overdone English accent and headed for the glass exit. I really wasn’t up to a conversation with her today. Mostly I spent at least half an hour or sometimes even longer talking to her about this and that. I one of those hectic talks, since the corporate phone kept ringing, cruelly interrupting us, she explained her rather sad encounter with our healthcare system. Her leg had gotten badly mutilated when she walked down the streets after curfew. In a haze of alcohol and freshly won-over love time passed as she was having a bang. She found it worth the risk. This happened about ten years ago, when the whole state was collectively in favour of keeping to the curfew in a rather strict manner. The morning she told me this I tried to keep my face straight, but all I could think of was her naked body with her leg under a ten inches folded inside itself. I caressed the stump while I jerked off, seeing her tits wiggle to the movement of the bed. I suddenly had come to myself, realising I missed a small part of her story while fantasising. Her voice was warm and soft, I could imagine customers calling the corporation would be glad to hear a voice of a girl barely out of her teens. I’m no different to that; whenever a girl encounters me, I’m more willing to make an effort for whatever she’s asking of me.
I got inside my car once again, placing the package in the holder next to my seat. Still I was fairly distracted in my thought and out of habit I set off to the place of delivery. In order to try and get to my senses I drove the vehicle manually, thus forcing myself to focus more on what I was doing.