Whenever the Viking who lived in 4D was home, he’d invite Brenda over for some horns of mead. He’d talk to her about his raiding expeditions. He was tall & broad chested like a model for athletic wear. Encouraged by his candor, Brenda would lean toward him in an attitude of tender attention & try […]
He can have small feet, as long as he can carry his own weight, lurch, shuffle, flex, beat ride heel-to-toe. Her grandfather was a Fred Astaire clone, stiff-faced in intimate mirrors, demanding as a choreographer on low-budget. She would love to dance with a drunken sailor in her bedroom, as long as he is full […]
He came back from Peru, alone for the first time, and a few weeks later the doctor showed him magnified, gross-out pictures of heaps of coiled worms and even closer pictures of circular mouths lined with bristling teeth, and she said in a narrow pitch that, “I’m sorry, but you’ll have these for the rest […]
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