The Proverbial War

There was an unsaid statement of intent in that action. He wanted to see both on me.

Mutinously my eyes met his as my face burned with indignation, "I'm not doing anything for or with you! So keep dreaming jerk!"

He carried on as if I hadn't spoken as he tossed the accompanying boyshorts onto the small pile.

"You're not in a position to say anything as to what occurs between us." He said deeply as he stared at me for a long moment to let his point drive home.

He continued on then through the rest of the bag throwing most of the remainder on the big pile. The last thing he came to was my makeup bag and I gave an inadvertent nervous start as a remembered something. Before I could stop it a single word slipped out, "Don't!"

He glanced up interested, but continued on. Surprisingly he pulled quite a few items free of the bag only to toss them onto the small pile. Then he came to the small cylinder tucked under some makeup jars. I looked the other way. It was my vibrator.

I felt like a coward for my bashfulness and so I looked back at him ready to do battle. The device looked small against the palm of his hand. He looked contemplative again. He flipped it through the air to land on the small pile.

I leaned forward and snatching the vibrator up I chucked it out into the jungle as hard as I could throw it.

His only response was a noncommittal shrug, as if it had been no big deal to him one way or the other. It was a big deal to me though!

I stood up and savagely said, "I'm not your woman! Me being out here alone with you doesn't give you any right over me! I want nothing to do with you! In fact I hate you!"

"I picked up on that somewhat already." He said wryly.

He picked out a pair of jeans, a tank top, and one of the sets of underwear and held them out to me, "Get changed Kim."

He stood up and turned to leave, surprising me in the fact that he wasn't going to ask me to strip down before him. As I stared at his back, tears of angry frustration spilled out of my eyes and into my emotionally charged voice as I said, "Don't you care what I think?"

He stopped and looked back over his shoulder, "No I don't. In fact there's not much that I do care about in life. However, I think I could learn to care about you Kim. Get changed. I'll be back in a few minutes."