Nice Pair.

Posted: 2015-09-05 in Book Cover Life.

“Ohhh, yeah, well, she’s got a nice pair on her,” he said, accent ocker, smirk spreading from his lips.

“Really, that’s the best you can come up with, the sum total of your reflective assessment?” she chastised him with her tone and an eyebrow raise, knowing it was as good as ignored and feeling the pain of her lost breath departing, futile words, wasted no doubt, here and now.

She could emasculate him with caustic wit, or offer to make him the father of her children, she could speak in the most foreign of unknown languages – he would, regardless, just nod, laugh and continue to gaze lustily at the screen. No doubt. Her question, about whether the starlet was simply a bad actor or if crappy script writing was to blame for making the prima donna look so stiff, would continue to go unanswered.

Why do women bother?

Why do people bother?

Sex? Lust? What’s it about? Banal TV shows.

“Actually, I think that masturbation is way more satisfying than any common as dirt, dirty as fuck, coupling act which can lead to procreation.”

He jolted his head around at speed.

Suddenly they were on the same page.

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