The chick last night marked you, he said, gesturing to my throat. Might be a stalker. You’ll want to prepare to wake up with your balls removed. Raven might cut off my balls, but not because she’s a stalker. More like she’s just in a bad mood or gassy. Tawny looked at me then shook her head. Oh, Vaughn. You’re fucked. Actually, I was and quite well. In fact, I think she bruised my hip bones. Laughing, Tawny cuddled against Judd. When’s the wedding? Once Judd started laughing, I flipped them off and looked at my menu. We’re fuck buddies. Nothing more. Judd nodded. Makes sense. A man of your stupidity couldn’t handle a relationship. Best to keep your life simple. She’s hot. That’s all I care about. She is hot, Tawny said, smiling easier now. She could probably land a rich guy with those looks. Did you just call me poor? I only mean she could get someone better than a manwhore with commitment issues. Fuck you, I said and Judd looked ready to hit me. I could commit if I wanted to. If I wasn’t expecting to die soon, I’d commit all over the fucking place. You don’t even have a pet. Who would take care of my pet when I died? If it was a cat, we’d take it in. Judd frowned. No more cats. One more wouldn’t hurt. In fact, if we have a bunch of cats, people will stop asking when we’re having a kid. Judd’s frown disappeared. Another cat wouldn’t be the end of the world. Judd’s the one who can’t commit, I muttered. He’s married and we have two cats. We’re plenty committed. You’re the one getting hickeys from a girl who likely will marry someone else in a few months. Why a few months? I don’t know. I just feel like she’ll be married in a few months. A rich guy. Are you psychic now? Yes, I’m going to open a shop and tell people their fortunes. Smiling, Judd kissed her forehead. A businesswoman. That’s sexy. Don’t even think about ditching me again so you two can fuck. You can hump each other later. Oh, we will, Tawny said, waving over the waitress.
Bijou Hunter
-Exposition: the workings of the actual past + the virtual past may be illustrated by an event well known to collective history, such as the sinking of the Titanic. The disaster as it actually occurred descends into obscurity as its eyewitnesses die off, documents perish + the wreck of the ship dissolves in its Atlantic grave. Yet a virtual sinking of the Titanic, created from reworked memories, papers, hearsay, fiction--in short, belief--grows ever 'truer.' The actual past is brittle, ever-dimming + ever more problematic to access + reconstruct: in contrast, the virtual past is malleable, ever-brightening + ever more difficult to circumvent/expose as fraudulent.-The present presses the virtual past into its own service, to lend credence to its mythologies + legitimacy to the imposition of will. Power seeks + is the right to 'landscape' the virtual past. (He who pays the historian calls the tune.)-Symmetry demands an actual + virtualfuture, too. We imagine how next week, next year, or 2225 will shape up--a virtual future, constructed by wishes, prophecies + daydreams. This virtual future may influence the actual future, as in a self-fulfilling prophecy, but the actual future will eclipse our virtual one as surely as tomorrow eclipses today. Like Utopia, the actual future + the actual past exist only in the hazy distance, where they are no good to anyone.-Q: Is there a meaningful distinction between one simulacrum of smoke, mirrors + shadows--the actual past--from another such simulacrum--the actual future?-One model of time: an infinite matryoshka doll of painted moments, each 'shell' (the present) encased inside a nest of 'shells' (previous presents) I call the actual past but which we perceive as the virtual past. The doll of 'now' likewise encases a nest of presents yet to be, which I call the actual future but which we perceive as the virtual future.-Proposition: I am in love with Luisa Ray.
David Mitchell
Do you see that man in the black Porsche? I asked the women.They squinted out at Ranger. Yes, they said.Your partner.He's homeless. He's looking for a place to stay and he might be interested in renting Singh's room.Mrs.Apusenja's eyes widened. We could use the income.She looked at Nonnie and then back at Ranger. Is he married?Nope. He's single. He's a real catch.Connie did something between a gasp and a snort and buried her head back behind the computer. Thank you for everything. Mrs.Apusenja said. I suppose you are not such a bad slut. I will go talk to your partner.:Omigod, Connie said, when the door closed behind the Apusenja's. Ranger's going to kill you. The Apusenjas stood beside the Porsche, talkig to Ranger for a few long minutes, giving him the big sales pitch. The pitch wound down, Ranger responded and Mrs. Apusenja looked disappointed. The two women crossed the road and got into the burgundy Escort and quickly drove away. Ranger turned his head in my direction and our eyes met. His expression was still bemused, but this time it was the sort of bemused expression a kid has when he's pulling the wings off a fly.Uh-Oh,Connie said. I whipped around and faced Connie. Quick, give me an FTA. You're backed up, right? For God's sake, give me something fast. I need a reason to stand here until he calms down! Connie shoved a pile of folders at me. Pick one. Any one! Oh shit, he's getting out of his car.....He leaned into me and his lips brushed the shell of my ear. Feeling playful?I don't know what you're talking about.Watch your back babe. I will get even.-Ranger and Stephanie
Janet Evanovich
Fuck, Syn growled. He was still thinking of solutions when he heard something scrape against his doorknob. Something metal was tampering with the lock. If he were anywhere else in the apartment he wouldn’t have heard it, but he was right next to the door, so he could hear someone trying to get in. He instinctually moved to stand in front of Furi, pulling his Sig from its holster and unlocking the safety. He felt Furi tensing behind him.He could hear the tool manipulating the lock mechanism. Is this bastard really fuckin’ brave enough to break into my home in broad goddamn daylight? Syn was in awe at the size of this guy’s balls. The closet door was arm's length away. He yanked it open and grabbed the blanket off the top shelf, pulling his loaded twelve-gauge shotgun down just as the door eased open. All Syn could see was the tip of a black boot. Furi griped his shoulder. Hey. Listen to this! Syn yelled out. He put the stock of the gun firmly against his shoulder and pulled the pump back in two extremely swift moves. The sound was extremely loud and intimidating in the quiet room, by far the scariest sound an intruder could hear.Don’t shoot, Dirty Harry. The irritating chuckle that followed was unmistakable.Son of a bitch, Syn grumbled. Day, have you lost your fuckin’ mind?His Lieutenants came all the way through the door, Day laughing at the pissed look on Syn's face and Furi leaning on the wall behind him recovering from a panic attack. Syn. What the hell is going on man? Are you really gonna put a buckshot in someone you think is breakin’ into your little-ass apartment? Because, you do know that that’s excessive force, right? God asked, looking at him expectantly.I was just scaring them off. No one comes in after hearing that sound, trust me. Syn removed the shell and placed the gun back in the closet, covering it with the blanket. He turned to look at Furi. He looked a little pale but he was okay.Syn spun back around, Day. Knock on my damn door like a normal visitor and wait for me to say come in!Day pfftd, plopping down on the couch. You don’t invite the wind. The wind just–Stop saying that stupid wind bullshit. Because if your door is shut and you weather guard that bitch then the wind stays the fuck out until ... You. Open. The. Door. Syn’s dark eyes bored into Day’s hazel ones.God’s laugh was raspy, while Day looked bewildered. But we’re family.Oh for fuck’s sake, Syn grumbled, he had to get going; he had no time to explain to Day about how to behave in civilized society. He turned serious eyes back on Furi. I gotta go, but I really think–Furi pulled Syn to him before he could finish the sentence, kissed him hard on the mouth before turning, heading to the bedroom. Just concentrate on your job and don’t take any officers away from their assignments to follow me. There could be someone out there who really needs their help.Syn didn’t get to say anything else because Furi had closed the bedroom door. End of discussion.
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