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Poised with pen in mouth, Gavin creased his face in thought. It was harder than he imagined and yet it, somehow, it shouldn’t be. ‘T…. T …. T….’ he said to himself.
‘Terrific, Terrifying (especially when angry), Tiny?’ chuckling to himself over his own juvenile humour, ‘No, Tim was anything but tiny,’ he smiled.
Coming to a conclusion he wrote, ‘Tantalising’ and ‘Tempting’. For that was what his lover was.
‘I … I…, hmmm,’ Thinking back to the previous night and what they got up, Gavin drifted off for a moment lost in memory. ‘Irresistible, Interesting no, Inventive .. ah yes that would do!’
Now for the last one, ‘M ….’ His nose scrunched up as he thought, ‘Moody,’ would be the word but Gavin didn’t think that would go down well, ‘Manageable?’ No, probably not. Another moments thought, ‘Macho, Maddening, Muscular …..?’
‘I know!’ he said out loud, eyes lighting up and with his pen wrote in capital letters, ‘MINE’
Smiling, he placed the piece of paper to one side then took up another piece of paper from a pile of documents on his left. Sighing, he read the title, ‘Whitebury Leisure Centre Policy on Photographic Images.’ It was one of six policies he had to read and update by the end of the week but as he started his eyes drifted over to his acrostic about Tim, ‘Mine,’ he said quietly smiling, dreaming of the time he could go home.
‘What’s yours?’ barked a familiar nasal voice as the door swung open.
‘Oh … Mr Brittas …’