*Story Continues*
Clark looked down at his phone. He was beginning to think some very disturbing thoughts. To make sure he checked the features on the phone. There were more features here than he would've thought. He then checked the phone's address book:
Metatron Bibliotecha
Ambriel Ego
Amitiel Grey
Afriel Hope
Anael Hours
Anaphita Joseph
Gabriel LaFemme
Ariel Lions
Baglis Modern
Dina Nephlim
Elijah Orange
Rapheal Smith
Raphireal Smithe
Kakabel Star
Hayyal Teer
Adnachiel Washington
And many many more.
Of all of these he only knew one name. Raphireal Smith, his best friend and loyal companion since elementary. Somehow these people knew more about his life than he wished. Somehow the prospect of the modern era didn't seem a suficient explanation as to why these people knew so much about him.
Taking the phone with him, he met a tall, ephiminate person at the door. At least he thought the person was effeminate. He couldn't really tell if the person was man or woman.
"Hello. I'm Mr. Biblotecha, can I help you?"
"Uh...," Clark was finding that sometimes our words fail us. Or at least the mouths we use to speak them. "I was wanting a computer," he shook his head, "To use a computer."
"To the right and past the information counter," he pointed the way.
What was really sticking out in Clark's mind was the grace this person moved with. The voice was enough to grab any ones attention, but the grace of movement was greater than anything he'd experienced before.
"Uh, yeah, thanks..."
For some reason, Clark was feeling very, aroused. He knew he wasn't gay, but something about this person made hormonal rushes seem mild in comparison. He walked as fast as he could to get away, while trying not to look like he was trying to get away.
He saw the computers and sat down at an empty one and soon was opening the mail web page. He typed in the name Mr. Grey had given him. Then his first name as the password. Denied. He tried his second name. Denied again. He then tried his last. Denied. He sat and thought. Then he tired recreation; one of the big enough words in the meaning of his name.
It opened.
Metatron Bibliotecha
Ambriel Ego
Amitiel Grey
Afriel Hope
Anael Hours
Anaphita Joseph
Gabriel LaFemme
Ariel Lions
Baglis Modern
Dina Nephlim
Elijah Orange
Rapheal Smith
Raphireal Smithe
Kakabel Star
Hayyal Teer
Adnachiel Washington
And many many more.
Of all of these he only knew one name. Raphireal Smith, his best friend and loyal companion since elementary. Somehow these people knew more about his life than he wished. Somehow the prospect of the modern era didn't seem a suficient explanation as to why these people knew so much about him.
Taking the phone with him, he met a tall, ephiminate person at the door. At least he thought the person was effeminate. He couldn't really tell if the person was man or woman.
"Hello. I'm Mr. Biblotecha, can I help you?"
"Uh...," Clark was finding that sometimes our words fail us. Or at least the mouths we use to speak them. "I was wanting a computer," he shook his head, "To use a computer."
"To the right and past the information counter," he pointed the way.
What was really sticking out in Clark's mind was the grace this person moved with. The voice was enough to grab any ones attention, but the grace of movement was greater than anything he'd experienced before.
"Uh, yeah, thanks..."
For some reason, Clark was feeling very, aroused. He knew he wasn't gay, but something about this person made hormonal rushes seem mild in comparison. He walked as fast as he could to get away, while trying not to look like he was trying to get away.
He saw the computers and sat down at an empty one and soon was opening the mail web page. He typed in the name Mr. Grey had given him. Then his first name as the password. Denied. He tried his second name. Denied again. He then tried his last. Denied. He sat and thought. Then he tired recreation; one of the big enough words in the meaning of his name.
It opened.