"YOU FUCKER!" I lunged at Henry, ready to bury him, grabbing him by the throat when I saw him look dazedly around.
"GODDAMMIT! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I stood up and walked to the wall to bang my head against it.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? DID I JUST GET SCREWED OVER BY MYSELF?
After a good bash and a muffled, old scream from the adjoining room to shut up, I went to the bathtub and conjured up a tissue to wipe myself down, YET AGAIN.
Then I remembered that if I had conjured up towels while washing us both, they would have disappeared after use and not lain around here, smelling. This somehow irritated me to no end.
I went into a corner as far away from Henry as possible and conjured myself a few shots and two cigarettes, trying to get gay shit out of my head.
"DAMN IT!"
I felt so damn fucked, and that by MYSELF, which was NATURALLY better than being messed up by someone else, but STILL!!! AAAAHHH!!!
