Finish The Story Challenge

She closed the door gently, but couldn't lift her hand from the knob. She leaned against the wall, frozen, with the confused expression of someone who forgot why they walked into a room. She pushed the door back in slowly, careful not to make any noise, held it there for a few seconds, and closed it again. No! she thought. Go, please go! Her legs started moving awkwardly, like they had forgotten how to walk. She pressed the button for the lift, but couldn't get in when the doors opened, and stood there motionless until the doors closed again. A note! Maybe I should go back and write a note! She started walking back quickly, so that reason wouldn't catch up with her.

She forgot the reason she was in the room as shivers ran down her spine, driving it from her every vein and causing her thinking to go hay-wire. She managed to get herself into the lift, but was still pondering.

"Should i have shouted, should i have given a signal, have i done the right thing?"

The thought that kept coming each time she managed to get herself was where she was going from here; was she going to walk like she never saw what Donald had done. The battle was not an easy one to fight.

He on the other hand was very respected, not just by her but by everybody that worked with him. He didn't act rude, he never made anybody mad at him because he was so reserved and understanding. He had respect, not just for everybody but for himself and that was why she was confused, shocked , lost in thought over what had just happened. She was marveled at how he could have made such a drastic move without consulting the other part of himself.

"Himself in which were his mind, body, soul and spirit whether it would be positively recognized to do such."

Donald checked the room if anybody was there before he turned his thought into action. First he went into the kitchen, scanning all the plates with his eyes, he thought no one was in the room, he thought it was safe to perform his act, oh yes! he thought. He went outside again to confirm the security of his action and when he was sure of his so called "thought", he sprung into action.

Before i could say anything, maybe even before i could blink an eye he started pulling off his shorts. My mind begged him to stop this but as i saw his inches dangling in-between his legs i became dumb, and me seeing this put my mind into character.

He took out the Cd's from under the carpet, put in one into the DVD player and without fear or dismay started stroking his inches. I didn't realize my hands moving, moving with a very slow pace, revolving round my flower.

To cut the story even shorter, i went in, maybe, or better still my noise made me known to him and well, the inches and the flower became as close as the cover to bottle; following the thread to make sure it is properly closed.

i eventually got down from the long ride to Inchesville and left without saying goodbye, without making any noise. Should i go back, maybe write a note! she thought or better still pretend all this never happened.