Focal Point

"The law forbids me from brandishing my gun in public when I'm under no threat so get your hands off that gun." "Oh Elvin," Leo smacked, "I'm not that stupid. You reach for your pockets I reach for my gun. Just to be sure, so don't mind." "I'm duty-bound not to kill you in public, much less without you posing a direct threat." Elvin gruffed, looking at Leo with his eyes narrowed. "But I'm a most wanted." Leo bragged, a disdainful sneer on his face. He turned and let his eyes wander in the restaurant. A waiter stood by the doorway leading to the kitchen, as people teemed about in the foreground.He had his eyes firmly on Leo but upon meeting the brute's eyes, he averted them to the door, where and elderly woman waddled in, a young man by her side, keeping her in stride. "Who's that and why is he staring at me?" Leo turned to Elvin and used his eyes to lead him. "That waiter with jaws like a c

Mark leaned back on his seat and watched Elizabeth disappear into the other room. Just how tea was supposed to pacify the raging demons within him baffled him much. But the life that throbbed in some deeper chambers within him took to appreciating the fact that Elizabeth was just trying to be helpful. Helpful in ways Joyce had never been and quite possibly could never be. Come to think of it, Elizabeth was quite a looker too. He watched her approach, a tray held before her chest. As she bent over to serve, he peered at her cleveage. Her dress was modest but her bent posture meant that her breasts hang just below the neckline. Mark held his breath as he fought some other demons. Those of lust. But it was ironic that he could think of that now and not when he would rub himself dry on Joyce's pictures. Elizabeth seemed to have noticed this for she straightened herself and pulled up her dress straps. Not to much efficacy but it seemed a subtle statement to the aroused Mark that she ha

Bolo was a wispy man. He came in an odd shape. He had a phallic head which was supported over his scrawny, lanky frame with a thin neck. Not exactly a human being that eased one's eyes. If anything, based on the fallability of instant bias that comes with a being human, he was repulsive, repellent. He had little, if at all anything physical, that atoned for the cruel physicality bestowed upon him. He was the Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Beast, a man who could lose a beauty contest to a warthog and still go home feeling like a champion for at least making it far enough to be in the final two. He had reddish, watery and distended eyes, a disproportionate nose that seemed to gulp down oxygen through the outrageously oversized nostrils and a pair of thin, dry lips that folded into a crooked smile that went a long way in bringing to prominence the ugly wrinkles on his cheeks and the hideous forehead folds that his straight face hid. While others held their smiles as a redeeming asset, B