Part XXV:
Jiggle was about halfway home, when a dark storm cloud cast a shadow directly overhead. Nothing like a bit of rain to top off such a monumental evening in his life. Strange though it may seem, he had finally developed his own plan. As the hairs on his head could no longer absorb any water, the water began to seep down past his neck and forehead and make their way into the collar on his t-shirt.
Alone, the way he always found himself, Jiggle knew that was the way he wanted it. To spend too much time with Lesley would be so unproductive. Although it was the last thing he wanted to do, he could blackmail her to spend more time with him. He liked the position of power he found himself in.
Lesley, barely comfortable for more than a minute, felt the drops falling from the sky. She pulled her phone out of her purse and checked the time. Realizing she had spent the whole night away, she felt the urge to return back home. Jiggle was but a distant memory, but she knew how she could get in touch with him in the future.
The End
