Twenty-two

Twas still the lady standing there. He could see vividly. He looked again into the mirror and saw the head of a fish. He was confused. 

There were one million and one things to make of the little thing that he was seeing. 

He could say that she was a fish back in the water. That also meant that she came from the water. For if she didn't come from the water she wouldn't have the face or the fish. Or she probably could switch and had power of the realms and could do a lot at a time. He wanted to quit thinking but he couldn't help it. 

She also probably was the queen of the fishes or she was the best amongst them. She also could be most different amongst those Nymphs who lived in the oceans. Or she probably was just a stray one and had her own pack. There so many other thoughts that kept coursing. He didn't know if they really did make sense but he was enjoying the fantasy.

He wanted to continue with the rolls but she wouldn't him. She spoke up at that moment. 

"That's exactly what we say when we talk about being sure. I'm sure of what I look like in the outer world and I'm proud of it. I could take quite the numbers of forms I want to. Though I can't take all forms like the fairies. But I know all what are pertaining to who I am and I'm sure about it."

She quit talking but kept stirring into the mirror. He wished that she could put the mirror and little bit lower. Like tilt it so that he could see what she looked like from her down. He wanted to ask her but he didn't know if he was supposed to do so. 

She looked at him. Her gaze was fiery and she was beginning to burn. She wanted to read his thoughts through his face but she wasn't up for it at that moment. There were quite the numbers of things she would have to do before she would be able to delve into that realm at that moment. And the truth was, she was even close to it. 

He wished that she could tell him what was happening though. She wasn't that generous. That was one of the things that he knew and wouldn't fiddle with. Twas like a mirage of realism. 

He watched her watched him and waited for the next line of action. He knew that twould sway back soonest but he didn't know if he was that patient to await its arrival. He had never been patient ever. Probably he could learn to begin to be patient. It might come with some qualities. 

"Let's see what you look like in this mirror."

That wasn't what he had expected her to say. He had thought that she would tilt the mirror and he would be able to see the down part of her. She probably wasn't able to read his thoughts. He had thought that she was so gifted and could ransack his thoughts and make and mar and fiddle with it. Probably that was what HE thought of her. Probably she was even that close to getting to know who he was. 

He didn't stand from the bed. He looked into the mirror. He couldn't see himself. It seemed as though the mirror wasn't ordinary. Probably twas spiritual or something. Of course it should be. If twasnt spiritual how would he be able to had figured out what she looked like in her darkest part?

She smiled and spoke again:

"Stand up and come closer. You're blind and will be from the back."

He thought as much too but didn't simple believe that fact. Probably since he had heard it from her, he would be able to act on it. He should. What choice did he have. 

The fact was that, he knew that he couldn't possibly leave that place. He knew that the Nymph was a bozo and could do anything. Though he hadn't seen her do super crazy things, but judging by what she had been doing, he was sure that she could move the mountains. Though that was some little bits of hyperboles. 

He stood up then and walked towards the place. The spot she was standing at. He wanted to know what he would look like and what she was feeling like. He then would be able to fight his way around the whole deal if the need would arise. 

He got there and looked at her. She looked away and towards the mirror. Then at the mirror, then at him again. Probably she was trying to initiate and kinda coded information that he knew that he could never get, whether or not he was some elevated wizard. 

"Look into it, not me."

He wasn't sure if he was ready for it. He wished that he was. That was all that he could do. He could only wish. And wishes most times were not what they were. Like they usually were illusions. And he hated putting up with illusions. 

He looked into it and gasped. He was wearing the head of an. He didn't know what that meant. He needed help in figuring out what to do and how to do it of course. He was so skeptical and thinking of making meaning of the whole deal. Twas seeming more like a shit at the moment. 

What did it mean to look like an ass? An ass? He hadn't read about being an ass. He hadn't read about asses. He didn't know what they were and what they could do. He didn't know what their spiritual stances were. 

He suddenly felt curious but he knew that he could never do anything about it. He had spent his life learning more about sex and theft and being a master of the Gladiators. That was all he had been bent on. 

He looked at the Nymph who was trying not to laugh. She spoke at that moment:

"You're sure now or not? You understand what sure is now or not?"

He was mute. He knew what she was trying to do. He didn't though but he felt like he did. He probably was telling lies to himself but it didn't matter. 

She was standing behind him and he was at her front. She wrapped her hands around his waist and pressed her tits on his back. His penis woke. 

She relieved herself of him and he noticed her gown dropped from her. She was naked but he wasn't. 

He didn't know what she was going to do that moment. That was a lie. He knew but didn't know how to put up with it. 

"I'll help you to be sure."

She moved rhythmically behind him and reached her hands out to the top of her skirt where his penis was sighing. She started running her palm over it. 

Hell! He wanted to quake. He wasn't sure if he would resist.