I am standing behind a bar. I cannot see myself. I can’t tell exactly what I’m doing, but I might be dancing or even posing for pictures. I am swaying my hips seductively, moving and pausing occasionally Directly in front of me, seated at the bar, is a shadow man wearing a suit and a hat. I cannot make out his features or the color of his suit. I cannot see his face. He is an outline, mostly colored white, sitting quietly with his head tilted down as if he’s staring at the bar. His presence is strong. I do not feel frightened by him. Only curious.
A woman slides into the seat next to the man. It positions her directly in front of me. She has some kind of cloth covering her head, like a hijab. It is multi colored, and I can only see her face. She is watching me, emotionless.
I am staring at her skin. I have never seen anything like it. It is as if a layer of soft, young skin is almost infused over old skin, like a veil that reveals both the old and young layer. Her eyes are staring at me, and I am fixated on her skin. Suddenly, I realize she is someone I know. She is a woman from my past who did not have good intent with me. She speaks to me with her mind, her lips pressed tightly together.
“Well, I see you made good use of the ass popping I taught you.” She says through her eyes.
I am instantly infuriated. How dare she take credit for my moves, like I didn’t know how to pop my ass before she met me. Hmmmpphhh
She stands up with a haughty smile spread across her face. I want to punch her square in the nose. Conceited bitch.
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