emotional planes
He moistened his own lips, his tongue slightly touching his upper lip. The image of the woman’s long naked legs, sitting on the right side of the bus, kept playing in his head as he straightened himself in the seat of the moving vehicle. He was obviously sweating under his shirt. He gulped. He was wet-premature ejaculation. The woman closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. Another man sitting next to her shook his head as he looked directly at the woman’s face in her most innocent state. At that moment, all he wanted to do was to run away and forget that he had to take the trip to report to his work the next day. He sensed the danger and he knew he was breathing it like the air. He remained unmoved on his seat. Among all the noise he heard inside the bus packed with passengers, he knew he could hear his own breathing, in a faster rhythm. He gulped. For the first time, he was fucking scared.
