Monday, March 31, 2008


        She popped her knuckles and each finger, one by one, during the meeting in the main boardroom.  From there, she popped her back, every segment of her spine, all the way down.  Then, her neck.  She took her head in her hands and spun it almost completely around, but stopped as it pointed extreme right, then left.
     If she weren’t so attractive, there was a danger of me losing my job.  I’d throw her down on the ground and pop every limb out of joint until she screamed for mercy.  Then, we’d make love, her mutated body trying to get used to the backwards way in which she would receive the thrusting.  
     I’d have to kill her afterwards, of course.



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