Leslie Lofton

I've been scooped on the Mrs. Robinson reference. I was just about to do one in mine.

O. M. G. Doc, you just about killed me there. Tell me about it. how come this never happens to me?

I mean, Toby and Carey don't even have to work for it. Every day in every way, they're getting their bones jumped by complete strangers. I'm reminded of a metaphor by Wodehouse - and I can't quote it or its source exactly - in which the world is divided into greyhounds and rabbits. The problem is the rabbits always end up with the greyhounds and get run around, when they should really find another rabbit and go nibble grass together. A possible moral here (and I love me some morals) is that it might not be so great to be a sex object. I'd like to see Toby and Carey ride into the sunset and find a house with a lovely garden where they can both wear big floppy hats and trowel their tulips in peace, if you know what I mean.

Hyperlocal again, I see. Very cool. Well, shit. I'm done making predictions about this one, unless there's a floor show coming.

Well the 90s are my jam, but I won't belabor the point. We'll put the story 20 years in the future and hope Tybee Island isn't underwater.

If she were getting one in @drsawzall's day, it would probably have a gas engine. Just kidding.

I suppose I've never looked for that kind of thing in Target. Assuming this is present day, how long does it take do do a post grad in fine arts, not to mention having the tenure to get away with a massive nude photography exhibit. Let's put her at 40-45. She's 14 in the mid 90s (like me) so that's when she's getting her plug. So there aren't any wires or external controls, or else even the lax airport security of the day would have picked up on it. Lithium batteries weren't cheap enough to go in the kind of sex toys you would find at Target, so she's got at least two AAs, a motor, and a housing up there. I need to research this. Quite a woman.

Thank you. You inspire me to take it somewhere meaningful. It was, well, interesting, trying to imagine a horrid sexual experience for a confused girl. I also drew on my expertise as a practitioner of mediocre sex. I know a couple of gay women at work, but I've only had the guts to inquire about the pre-coming-out sex with men once. However, I drew on that , too. Could be. I think I've dropped hints that Jeff is impossible to rile up. Sarah can get to Uyen, and they match energy, which is fun, but I don't think she quite knows what to do with Jeff. A+F is pretty much written, but S+J is still developing. Believe it or not, their situation is semi-autobiographical. Everyone keeps saying that. It hadn't crossed my mind, so it probably means I need to get some, too. Maybe I'll find her a therapist, but I don't think Felicity will be happy waiting three weeks for an appointment.

Well, that's what they're for. I'm not going to write a character driven novella not run them through a blender. Their issues are actually a continued source of tension in my own household, except they're experiencing it on a compressed timeline for dramatic purposes. Sucks to be them!

Ashlee was sixteen. Daryl Campbell sat next to her on the overstuffed, oversize sofa in his basement. He was lanky, all arms and legs, but he wore it well. He was the most graceful junior on the basketball team, and he could also be seen representing the school in tennis whites. He had a pretty face, deep brown eyes and dark blond hair. At the moment, in the cool, dim basement cluttered with electronics and odd furniture, that face was sucking on hers, and one of those long, ropey arms was up he

Or this "little she-bear" here, Ursula.

Oh God, or they could all get together on not-quite-as-dead-as-we-thought Grandpa's private island, à la "Glass Onion" and have a Benny Hill chase scene. What a time it must have been. I was raised extremely Catholic, homeschooled from age 12, and wasn't even aware of pornography until I joined the Army. Then they used to rent it on VHS. My comrades made special comment on the ones where the dude had the camera on his stomach facing downward, and you pretended it was happening to you.

Oh I almost forgot. Nice fakeout introducing Micah. I thought for sure the tall girl going to be Harper. When you tinker with it, I would lean hard into that

I read them in order, bt dubs I'm assuming the boilerplate included something about no residuals. Did he get to keep a copy. Did Hathaway have unlimited indemnity, even for financials? As a frustrated artist, I know a coupla hundos and exposure don't pay much rent. I'm case your readers don't know, boilerplate comes from the days of hand set type. Rather than take the time to repeatedly assemble letters, printers would permanently cast blocks of common text into plates, resembling what you might find on a boiler. A more technical term for boilerplate printing is stereotype.

Two bills? A pair of Benjamins? Cheap. Carey would have preferred a pair of real Benjamins. I'm not sure I would have gotten so excited about a stash of brown-paper-parcel-era gay porn. I may need to read more carefully. There's been a large word count spent on it, and a couple of hints that Grampy was banging 'em. We'll see where it goes. Ha-Joon sounds interesting. For someone to have a healthy relationship in this novel length orgy would be out of character, though. Maybe Toby can pick out his western name. Many Koreans with international business choose a Western name. Yu-chin becomes Eugene, for example. I knew a Sun-joo who occasionally went by Sunny, by she stopped using so much when she found out it was a popular choice for high end prostitutes. I'm conclusion, Hathaway and Ha-Joon are the most interesting things so far for me in a bit. Glad to meet them and hope to see them convolvulate into the overall thing.

Prediction time! Carey pays his dues and ends up in the gallery. He sees his tormentors paraded through the well one by and he calls dibs on everything for all of them. This could also be a dream sequence. Harper gets a plus one to the sex club because Professor what's-her-face-with-gallery-of-vulvaliscious-etchings is a member, too. Also, Bell is a legacy member. One night they all club together and have a marathon orgy with Carey as the centerpiece blindfolded, gagged, and bound spread-eagle in a rotating inversion therapy apparatus.

WITAF? I stop watching you for a couple of weeks and look where you've got to, Carey, you filthy boy! I hope eventually someone is going to learn something in this story. Then again, people sometimes don't.

Well I'll be dipped in s*** and rolled in peanuts. I was sure that pediment was going to be the one derived from ped/pes, but color me educated.

Deep traxx man The only thing I can contribute to this is a Latin tag based on the same Latin root. In Victorian times, it was fashionable to use as few words as possible to express ideas, as telegrams were priced per word. One of the most famous is when Charles Napier captured the region of Sindh (present day Pakistan) he sent a telegram reading "Peccavi": I have sinned. A close second is "Monotremes oviparous, ovum meroblastic", indicating that platypuses (platypodes for the pedants out there) lay eggs like reptiles. Stick that in your ovipositor and smoke it.

@Dan South

She pushes boundaries and she was dying for someone to ask her where she got it. I can name a dozen people who think and act like this. I was thinking something along these lines, maybe a bit worse. I haven't decided yet. Nothing specific; I think. She probably got bored with school somewhere in her junior year and fell behind. Ashlee and Sarah both graduated December. Ashlee was a semester early, and Sarah ...

I hadn't really come up with the entire story arc on Sarah. However, that could be a good moral. I forget that sometimes too, and I'm in my forties. The A+F line was a bit thin and needed to be fluffed (oh, grow up) plus I've always liked Sarah both as a villain and as a three dimensional character (trailer park beauty queen in the big city).

Intransigence is the word that Lisa misspelled in the spelling bee episode

Sixteen Years Earlier Crystal Strickland leaned on her deck railing, shivering in the darkness outside her double wide trailer. The cigarette in her shaking fingers had nearly burned down to the filter. She desperately wanted more, but she knew a second smoke would make her sick before she finished it. She was broke enough already, and she certainly wasn’t going to waste cigarettes. She’d thought about switching down to Pall Malls or Parliaments to save a bit, but she’d been raised on Camel

Well, shit. I assumed Harper was going to be way into it, considering how fucked everything else is in that house Okay, now I'm thinking Scott Pilgrim and the League of Evil Exes. Carey and Toby will get all of Bell's other takedowns' contact information and kick his ass.