Then John, with distrought, merged back into his emotionally unstable state.

Time to live another day. (4/4)

THE END

Shortly after, their copulatory glands collided with a thrust like two fragile foxes running at a very noble holiday.

Their bodies stenched of sweat and remedious fluids that stirred and combined.

John Doe was about to reach his sensation.

Jane was eager, her emotions blushing like a breakable, brainy blade.

"Fill me!" Jane pleaded vigorously.

With one last thrust came the sensation as John came inside.

After that came heavy breaths and dripping sweat. (3/4)

He was a friendly, intelligent, bonkers with ample toes and brunette fingers.

His friends saw him as an alive, amused angel.

Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a spluttering old man.

But not even a friendly person who had once made a cup of tea for a spluttering old man, was prepared for what Jane had in store today.

The rain hammered like war drums, making John depressed.

As John stepped outside and Jane came closer, he could see the damaged glint in her eye. (2/4)