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Insanely Inane Thoughts

If fate doesn't make you laugh, you just don't get the joke.

Hard Luck

I shut the door quietly with an uncertain resolve. Mom had just gone to bed while Dad was busy watching the television. The moment that I had been waiting for all day long had finally arrived.

I turned towards the monitor and switched it on. The screen flickered into life as it flooded the relatively dark room with its bright rays. I turned down the volume rather hastily lest it alerted either of my folks. Once all the arrangements has been made, I settled down with my eyes firmly glued on the monitor.

A voluptuous woman started talking testily. I strained to hear what was being said but it didn't matter all that much as I had been through the rigmarole quite a number of times. Even then, some of the excitement was lost with the somewhat muted delivery. I cranked up the volume such that most of what was being said was audible.

Tiny beads of sweat glistened all over my face as I looked on towards the monitor with unwavering concentration. I was most definitely in a state of heightened perception.

Most of the introduction was done when my hand started moving back and forth slowly. My face became flush with excitement as I continued to peer into the monitor. I tried to take in as much as possible because every single frame was vital. Atleast for me..., it was.

As time went on, my hand movements became highly erratic. It was almost impossible for me to co-ordinate my movements with what I was seeing. Soon my fingers flayed all over the place; back and forth, sometimes to the right, sometimes to the left. It was safe to say that I was almost delirious with passion.

I could no longer keep up with the frenetic pace at which my hands seemed to be moving. My fingers felt tired and I let out my first pant for the night.

It isn't going to take me much more time, I thought to myself.

I should have stopped then and there but I had committed myself too far in to throw in the towel towards the climax of the night.

"Hem,hem."

Someone cleared their throat behind me. Startled, I looked behind anxiously.

A pair of angry eyes greeted mine.

I had been so enthralled with myself that I didn't hear Dad let himself in.

"I should have bolted the door...", I thought to myself. But I was too eager: to start; to please myself.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid...", I cursed myself.

Dad looked towards the monitor and then back at me. I looked down somewhat shamefully.

What else could one have done; especially after being caught red-handed. I couldn't possibly feign ignorance over the whole matter. I hope Dad understands. Even he must have done something terribly stupid back in his teenage years.

Marshalling my courage, I looked up timidly only to gaze down again as Dad spoke out.

"Son, which part of "not using the playstation to play Tomb Raider after 11 pm" didn't you get?"

Something told me that it was going to be a long night.
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