Protected: Ponderings of a hot tub: “t&d”
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Dame liked knives – that’s how I knew she was different. And her curves were dynamite, just waiting to go off. I could hear the timer ticking away in my head. Tall, blonde, blue eyes. She was none of those things, but tell her that any of that made her less of a woman, and she’d give you an Enzo Angiolini enema. Not one of those half-inch pump deals either. …
It was a Thursday, around one thirty in the afternoon, and I was taking an opportunity to indulge in my most prominent vice – beer. There were only two other people in the bar, both of them regulars. They sat in their usual seats, drinking their usual drinks, and chain smoking cigarettes at twenty-five cents a pop. Between just the two of them, they’d managed to fill the bar with…
The thing about it was that Jack’s life was pretty dull, right up until the day he got shot in the face. That was the event that changed everything. It was one of those things that didn’t really hurt at all, that just happened too fast for the brain to register the pain. It looked nasty though. Not the sort of blemish that a little makeup would take care of,…
I could tell from the moment I saw him that he’d changed, somehow regressed into that state in which we’d found him wandering the forest two years before. There was no sign of the rational FBI agent Kyle MacLennan, merely a shadowy, hollow shell, babbling in delusion. We’d received his phone call the previous night, in which he’d relayed fragments of a story. Something about homicide, an antique dealer and…
When I first saw the shadow that he had become, I didn’t know whether to pity or fear Agent MacLennan. We arrived on the scene to find him raving about immortals and homicide, and had to forcibly remove him. He was unhelpful at first, speaking in fragmented sentences, refusing to fully answer any direct questions in a manner as which could help us piece together what had happened. Only after…