There you are, here you come. You are the embodiment of my wretched inability to escape from wanting, how cruel you are to exist, if only you knew! Surely such as yourself wouldn't be able to refrain from toying, how could you. I'd probably derive some deeply troubling satisfaction from being toyed with at any rate, you see how twisted my desire becomes the more you unravel it. Oh boy here you come, nothing to do about it, to veer off sharply now would be bizarre and obvious. I'd probably walk into oncoming traffic. Must maintain composure, weather the storm. And a storm it is, let me tell you. At the moment you pass a quick brainscan would reveal to astonished physicians electrical patterns normally associated with seizure victims. And then you pass, we nearly touch shoulders, and I don't look back, I don't dare. And then it eases a bit, this ridiculous delirium. Then I look back anyway. I look back and see you get into a puce Dodge Pubis and pull away at high speed. Why did I look. Fine, you've made your point, it's crass to overdo it.