Donning only a pair of blue jeans the Irish male known as Patrick was down along his knees pounding nails into a table. Brow was creased in irritation and he was trying very hard not to stab his tongue with the nails he held onto with his mouth. It looked as if he hadn't slept in days with that shadow of a three's days growth to both his cheeks and upper lip.Moron, yeah that about covered what he thought of himself currently. Why did he do that?, why had he taken Angel into that back room and then why the hell had he pinned her hands above her head and what was even more baffling to the mind was why she allowed it. What in the world did he think he was doing?..
The temptation to taste her lips had nearly over whelmed him. Now he wondered if she would have protested if he had decided right then and there to steal a kiss. He wouldn't allow himself to be placed in such a situation again, bloody fucking hell he couldn't afford to. Damn the serpent who got Eve to taste the forbidden fruit because due to that little misfortune the women now a days were evil sadistic bitches and the worst part of it was they didn't even know or understand the power they held over that of the weaker minded male species who could only think with one organ at a time.
Sadly blood pooled more often below the belt buckle then above it. Jesus Christ!.. Would the damn thing ever go down?. You'd think after last night's lecture from the all holly roller Thomas and the one hundred hail Mary's that his libido would have taken that as a sign to lay low. Nope, it seemed him and his twin Dane were more alike that he'd like to admit. Maybe it was foolish to try and change ways now?. Once a whore for loving always a whore for loving, damn his unsustainable lust!. The hammer was brought down again and again as he continued on his task for the day which was fixing up Angel's shop. If Patrick had to hear her cry again he would surly go all medieval on someone's ass. And where was that brother of his any ways?. Lowering the hammer he turned along his knees and bellowed out loud enough to wake the dead.
" Dane!, where the bloody hell are ye?. Ye need to get your no good whoring fuzzy ass in here and help me finish this shit before the little woman gets home"..
Of course he got no reply so shaking his head he brought the hammer up and then down onto his thumb by mistake. Cursing like a hooker in a seven eleven he jumped to his feet and in a rage of temper threw the hammer which then bounced off the wall and landed into the nearest window.
" Fuck...me "
-- Edited by SalvationsPrayer at 18:40, 2009-01-13
-- Edited by SalvationsPrayer at 18:45, 2009-01-13
