Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that. "Nathaniel Redborne. I can see you placing your gum underneath thattable. Pull it off and clean it up or I will have you fined for twenty-five dollars." Nathaniel had considered himself safe since he was sittingquite a few tables away from where she walked but he immediately jumpedto attention to remove his gum right away. A few of his friends giggledbut Marianne's glare caused them to be quiet."Silence in the library, please. If you must talk...do so quietly."*click* *clack* *click* *clack*. “What’s wrong with starting college at twenty-three?” he asked defensively.“Nothing. If you’re actually twenty-three. I have a feeling that that’s not the case though. Is it? How old are you really? Seventeen? Eighteen?”He flinched at the accusation, but the action only confirmed my suspicions. “Eighteen, and I was eighteen when we met, but does that really matter?”He quickly crossed the small distance I had put between us and caressed my face with his hands. It might have felt nice if I wasn’t. I like men. And you are a MAN. I heard you with my mother, and I knowyou, unlike boys, have control and can satisfy me, too. Mom made a lot of noise yesterdaybecause she was sending me a blunt message and staking out her turf. But now you know what happened and how I feel." You haven't exactly answered the question. Does she have any reason to trust you, giventhat you blabbed that you wanted me?" I asked. "I didn't tell her anything about what happened. And she asked me if she had to.Read More
