This was a definite gargoyle, something that_had_ to be written.Only I don't know what came before or after. As an experiment, I'mposting it that way... _You_ tell _me_ what happened. I may even writeout the best notion.And list the person(s) whose idea(s) I use as co-author(s).A Fragment of SomethingBy Ellie Dauber © 2020* * * * *I was just outside of the range when the - call it a bomb, I don't knowwhat it really was - went off. I was lucky.Theo wasn't. The blast hit him close up. He. Now he’s out with friends till 2 am. He asked me not to tell anyone about his secret drinking party. Now take me,” she said with open arms.I hugged her, feeling the texture of her new haircut. It felt wonderful, after that the last thing I know I pulled off her saree in one swift motion. She unhooked her blouse, bra fell, we were in bed, kissing and fucking till midnight. She woke me up from a dreamy nap. I saw her brushing her silky hair.“See you tomorrow,” she said, “I have a surprise for. She set them on the middle table filled both the glasses and said “Cheers for Secrecy”; I didn’t understand what she meant but I repeated what she said. After a couple of shots and sharing of glimpses, the first question came from her “do you have a girlfriend” she asked. We never talked about this stuff until now. I replied “no it’s been more than year I last had been with someone”. She began tease me by saying “girls out there are missing a lot things”. I asked what she meant but she didn’t. I had the video sound on very low and so I could hear the door to the next booth open and close. I groped my shaft and balls a bit tight and just could not tell if someone walked out of there or came inside. Looking at the hole solved the mystery because the reflection from the screen light showed that someone was in there. I concentrated on the video on my screen where the woman was pronged on both men’s stiff and long bones and being basted very rough and raw but still with a rhythm and pace..