A Miffed Bird

When I got to the part about reaching the motel where Irene cooped herself up in, Ria stared at me indifferent.

When I got around to telling her the things that happened in quick succession after knocking upon her door, Ria stared at me fuming.

When the details eventually got to the point where things proved a little too hot and steamy to describe, Ria stared at me seething.

Like a boiling broth spilling over from the heat of a thousand suns. I'm so glad this wasn't reality, 'cause otherwise, I fear that global warming would get a whole lot more than just 'warm'.

Every second was an eternity, and every minute even more, by the time I finally caught her up to speed with all the events that transpired up until present time - I might actually have a full-on wizened wizard's beard on my face by the time I wake up.

And for all my efforts of summarizing everything as eloquently as I could, what did I get in return?