An Embarrassment of Warnings

There was a cloud of agitated lightning bugs outside Mario's window swirling like embers in a firestorm. Inside, the harsh light of his computer screen splashed harsh light against his face like a projector in a theater. His study had grown dark while he researched a certain Hawaiian mushroom that had fascinating effects on men and women. Leaning back in his computer chair, he stretched until his neck cartilage popped pleasantly on either side. Which was when an aroma took hold of him. It reminded him of something pleasant but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.

He pushed himself up to his feet and found his legs unsteady and a bulge in his pants. Confused, he pushed it down and readjusted himself with one hand. It had been a long time since he had had an unwelcome erection. The thought made him blush, something that he also hadn't done in years, making air around him feel hot.

Stumbling like both legs were asleep, he pressed himself against the window.

Outside the lightning bugs were going crazy.