He couldn’t control it.
He needed it. He wanted it. His desire was insatiable. He could not live without it.
It was what he needed more than sex. More than money. More than power.
He had to have it. In the middle of the night. At dawn. At dinner. At work. On the golf course.
He couldn’t control it. He didn’t want to control it.
He needed to feel that rush.
He clicked the small blue circle and his latest proclamation flew off into the world.
His desire was satiated. For a moment.