ORCASM

By @meesterboom9/24/2019life

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I strode into the lounge and halted, cocking my hips at the Good Lady as if they were a pair of maracas.

Sup, chicken-pie!

I brayed like a Donkey called Mary who had just laid an egg in a manger.

The Good Lady looked up from her Kindle which she had happily been reading. Her brow creased suspiciously at my dashing demeanour.

You look happy?

She grunted.

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HA! Happy. Oh yeah, baby girl. Tell me, do I look like a Killa?

The Good Lady did a double-take as if I were wearing one of her shawls and had announced my name was now Tammy.

A bloody what?

She stuttered out.

A killa baby! Look. Look at these?

I bared my teeth with a dramatic rhhahhrrrrrr.

Are they red? My teeth red?

I made bitey motions at the air around me.

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Oh poor Daddy-Bear. You really have gone a bit mental? It must be all the stress?

The Good Lady made a Zuckerberg at the Senate face.

I stopped biting at the air for a moment and did some more hip-thrusts as if having at that sexy Ghost woman in the first Ghostbusters movie.

Mental? Me? Maybe... Maybe I am just gonna come over there and eat all your little fishies, hmm?

I made swimmy finny with my arms and moved toward her.

She held a stern hand out.

What the hell?! You really have lost it.

She said sharply.

I stopped, my expression taking on a little hurt as if she had popped my lucky balloon.

No, lass. I haven't really lost it. I'm being an Orca. I am an Orca now. I powered up a bit of steem and BOOM. Sweet Orcasm for me.

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I stopped as the Good Lady's eyes rolled about in her head like magic eight balls.

Oh God, not that bloody Steemit again? You said you were taking a break. What does Orca even mean!?!

She shook her head in despair.

It means I have 50,000 Steem Power. It's like, pure amazing?!

I said trying to maintain my previous good cheer.

The Good Lady turned back to her Kindle with a sad clucking noise.

I huffed off into the kitchen to get a coffee. I'd worked bloody hard to become an Orca. Hmmph. Maybe I would go down the local park, jump in the pond and eat the bloody fishies for real.

That would show her.

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