May 19, 2012
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security slips….
He’s crawled over the shell, looking for a way in, looking for a weak spot. He listens to soft growls coming from inside the shell, because he knows that she’s lonely. He also knows that the growls mean nothing. She’s only intimidating to people who don’t know her well. He knows every part of her body. He’s held her in the dark. The growling isn’t intimidating to him at all.
There are weak areas, and that’s why she growls. The growls won’t keep him away; she knows that it’s futile to resist, but she tries just the same. He taps and slides fingers over the shell, patient. He knows she’s there. He has all the time in the world. She growls inside the shell, but the growls sometimes sound uncertain. He can hear that as well. He breaks through a soft area in the shell. It gives just a little, enough for him to slip a finger inside. She growls menacingly as she backs into the wall. He can hear that….He’s in.
He’s smart enough to back off.
She paces, growling, looking at the rent in the ceiling of the shell. As if she has nothing to worry about.
