Vanity. Ares

it to see a face with a medium sized nose; not
small or large one — perhaps large in retrospect,
lips quite pouty, very strong chin, long blonde
hair close to the colour of the skin it hung from
and it was apparently Myra (aka 'The Breasts'). I
definitely knew it was Myra because of the
mammaries — they were in another red dress
which was figure hugging and worn underneath a
blue jean jacket that actually reminded me of Cecil
Olatunde. Sober, I found the voice a little off, as I
opened the door as Myra said: “I thought I would
come and see you, last night was amazing, I
brought red wine.” If I am honest we then had
intercourse, sure, maybe five or six times and the
next day came. I went to sign-on and Myra waited
in my apartment, this would become a routine for
about three or four weeks, I don’t remember
exactly. But, it was quite an ample amount of time
that passed; enough for Myra, or whatever, to
show tendency’s related to love; confiding in me,
washing my clothes, hanging out in my room,
buying me things, such as a Cross pendant and a
Lady Gaga CD. I never liked Lady Gaga and said
as much; The song, ‘Poker Face’ annoyed me, but
Myra would say; “Lady Gaga is fierce,” and “Babel
was fabulous!” or “Zebra Katz is so fierce Ares,
don’t you think?” I would never reply with much
more than a shrug to what I quickly deemed as
Myra’s favourite words: “Fierce” and “fabulous”.
I just never really listened to what Myra
said, in a way I was lip syncing a relationship, as I
was indifferent to it all at the time, it all seemed
rather uneventful. A lot of times I would be
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