Vanity. Ares

that moment and my eye’s stopped at the lady in
the green top chewing the gum in the front row,
whom had stopped chewing at that moment as
her jaw swayed opened, as if in shock and
needing no chewy movements to allow my words
to marinate in her mind. A mutiny I remember
thinking and one full of stupidity! I intended to
make the point that I thought would shed light
on the whole issue when I then said: “If I woke
up and said I was a table would I be one? No! I
would be what I was!” I said just that fuelled by
the annoyance of what I saw as the liberal
agenda, which seemed to waft into the court
room through the prosecution in the blink of
iota. I at that moment felt it was absurd and that
the truth within the trial lied beneath all the
words, allusions, statements, gum chewing and
inside the light of common sense. Cesare said
that he had no further questions and walked
jauntily back to his seat as if my last words had
sung a short jazz session he had enjoyed.
The session did not masquerade but
hammer home that which occurred could be my
undoing. The case continued and the next
witness called to the stage was in fact Carly. I did
not know what to expect, but had been warned
by Connor and my own assumptions that Carly
as a feminist would take a negative stance
towards me. The dildo was probably the closest
she got to a desire for what a man had. She
walked to the witness box, looking as masculine
as ever, glancing at me right in the eyes as if to
declare that she was not afraid of me. My joke
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