Thomas knew that since the mistress had changed him into a mere tube of lipstick his life was now in total service to hers.
Every day he was being worn down little by little, Everyday he rode within her sacred handbag waiting for the moment he was held in contact with her omnipiant beauty, priveleged to serve..
As if this existance wasnt alien enough to the former man, now he realized that even though he waited within the darkness of her purse, if he concentraited he could see where she had been, through the part of him left behind..he could see what was going on around the trace of himself left on a cup, or a tissue..
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