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Unlike the "King"-Series this isn't about incest. Or maybe it is? I'm not sure. Well, however, it's not really innocent either.
Queen of Wondering
by Mareen.
I can feel you.
You are in my head, as always, whispering to me.
Telling me things, that could be. Wonderful things about how our world could be....together.
Your wonderful voice.
You don't know what you are doing to me, do you?
Whenever we meet or talk, you are doing it to me.
You make me wonder.
Do you hear me?
You make me wonder.
I try to hide it from you, but I think you know.
Maybe they all know. And they laugh about me.
They probably watch me now, too, while I'm walking around in my office, wondering.
Do you?
Do you all watch me right now?
Somewhere in a DSA Room...maybe it's even Lyle, laughing about me, because the Ice-Queen is coming dangerously near to her own heart.
Because she can't fight the heart anymore.
Is it you, Lyle? Happy about my failure?
I bet it's you.
Want a show?
"I still think you are beautiful when you are angry."
I remember it.
So, want a show, brother?
I stop walking and turn my back to the camera in my office.
It feels good. I bend down on my desk and it feels so good, because I know he's watching. I just know.
And I know what I'm doing to the crazy son of a ...
No. No bitch. Mom...
Maybe he can't be different. Maybe it's in his blood, like it should be in mine.
Like father, like son...like daughter? But I can't fight my heart any longer.
Why did I think that?
Daddy...
I couldn't fight it anymore, Daddy. I'm sorry.
I give Lyle the little show. Show him.
Make him pay for watching my failure.
I straighten up. Smiling.
I can feel him watching, and I'm about to show him what he desires and will never get.
I smile, walking around in my office, accompanied by the familiar klicking of my high heels.
When will I stop needing them for protection?
When will I stop needing the make-up, the clothes, the attitude?
My hand is gliding up my leg and then even more up.
I'm giving this Good-bye show for Lyle, but you are in my head again.
Whispering.
And my hand becomes your hand, touching me.
It's you now.
I can hear your voice. I can hear it and smile again.
Whispering my real name.
Your hand on my body.
Caressing. Moving. Roaming.
I can hear my own breathing in the office.
And your voice. Telling me something.
You make me realize, that this is not real.
That this is not what I want.
A show for Lyle.
And fantasies about you.
But I need to stop wondering.
I need you.
I want you.
I end the show now.
It's just a fantasy.
My hand isn't really your hand.
And your voice in my head, is just a dream.
I hope it was as cruel for Lyle as it was for me.
But I will stop just wondering soon.
Am I smiling again?
Because I will be with you soon, and Lyle will stay a proud Parker?
Blood from Daddy's blood forever?
Strange.
I truly smile.
Queen of Wondering
by Mareen.
I can feel you.
You are in my head, as always, whispering to me.
Telling me things, that could be. Wonderful things about how our world could be....together.
Your wonderful voice.
You don't know what you are doing to me, do you?
Whenever we meet or talk, you are doing it to me.
You make me wonder.
Do you hear me?
You make me wonder.
I try to hide it from you, but I think you know.
Maybe they all know. And they laugh about me.
They probably watch me now, too, while I'm walking around in my office, wondering.
Do you?
Do you all watch me right now?
Somewhere in a DSA Room...maybe it's even Lyle, laughing about me, because the Ice-Queen is coming dangerously near to her own heart.
Because she can't fight the heart anymore.
Is it you, Lyle? Happy about my failure?
I bet it's you.
Want a show?
"I still think you are beautiful when you are angry."
I remember it.
So, want a show, brother?
I stop walking and turn my back to the camera in my office.
It feels good. I bend down on my desk and it feels so good, because I know he's watching. I just know.
And I know what I'm doing to the crazy son of a ...
No. No bitch. Mom...
Maybe he can't be different. Maybe it's in his blood, like it should be in mine.
Like father, like son...like daughter? But I can't fight my heart any longer.
Why did I think that?
Daddy...
I couldn't fight it anymore, Daddy. I'm sorry.
I give Lyle the little show. Show him.
Make him pay for watching my failure.
I straighten up. Smiling.
I can feel him watching, and I'm about to show him what he desires and will never get.
I smile, walking around in my office, accompanied by the familiar klicking of my high heels.
When will I stop needing them for protection?
When will I stop needing the make-up, the clothes, the attitude?
My hand is gliding up my leg and then even more up.
I'm giving this Good-bye show for Lyle, but you are in my head again.
Whispering.
And my hand becomes your hand, touching me.
It's you now.
I can hear your voice. I can hear it and smile again.
Whispering my real name.
Your hand on my body.
Caressing. Moving. Roaming.
I can hear my own breathing in the office.
And your voice. Telling me something.
You make me realize, that this is not real.
That this is not what I want.
A show for Lyle.
And fantasies about you.
But I need to stop wondering.
I need you.
I want you.
I end the show now.
It's just a fantasy.
My hand isn't really your hand.
And your voice in my head, is just a dream.
I hope it was as cruel for Lyle as it was for me.
But I will stop just wondering soon.
Am I smiling again?
Because I will be with you soon, and Lyle will stay a proud Parker?
Blood from Daddy's blood forever?
Strange.
I truly smile.
