I stared at him vigorously, as he sat on the desk right by the window sucking in the light from the room, he sat there pridefully with his legs crossed in the middle of deep, passionate conversation with kids around him. I wanted to teach him something, the lesson of a lifetime if he didnt correct his behavior, to see such a disorderly display intrude upon the peace, quiet, and tranquility of the social order. It was fundamentally unacceptable, this wasn’t just an assault to the sense, my rationality, and the constructs of a stable society but what was going on was the rigorous systematic torture of my sensuous orifices that I should never have ever accepted as a possibility. I had to fight back. i had already told him numerous times before, that to continue this peace and ceasefire, he must obey the orders and abide by the amendments and proposals as such enumerated by our various negotiation teams but for such an affront to the principles of the agreement. Oh lord, I just wanted to tear the leg off of the desk right here snd then and throw it at his fucking face.