He was the president of their little club that I wasn’t allowed to know about. Hell, for all I knew that club was just about internet porn or something along those vulgar lines. He sat there smiling at me darkly with that typical told-you-so grin. I glared back at him, this was our own twisted little game. In the daylight we acted as if we resented each other, as if we hated every fiber of each other’s being. Though, by night we relished in each others embrace, we long for the touch, taste, and breath of one an other.
Our twisted games were cruel and spiteful, but they carried along excitement and the thrill of our secret love affair.