Orbit Allures

As his hand stretched down her pants, he spoke, tracing an area around her pubic mound “This is where I shall section of the theme park.” She stiffened. How could she afford the maintenance of the loop-the-loop? After the encounter she was left with only the impression he had made on her. She had tried to maintain the shape that she had felt him draw on her. She could not meet her own body the way that he had met it. He had drawn a perfect circle. She had to contort her elbow. She managed to move her elbow to the same point that it was in when he had touched her, as a result the circle she drew became an oval, became a spiral. Spiralling, has caused her to completely lose the vector points around her pubic mound, the point that was initially meant to delineate the theme park, had begun to encompass different areas of her body. In echoing his movement, naturally, she had begun to abandon the outward direction that his compass-like elbow had moved on her in the first excursion of her person. The outward became inward. On their next date she had half assembled as the loop-the-loop, the main attraction of the theme park. Her pants now contained six kilometres of track. Her skin, which had been reapplied over the typography, gave the neon an opaque claret colour. Down her left side the words flickered off, on, off, on, off. O R B I T A L L U R E S He thought of the maintenance costs.