March 06, 2005

Whoa, where'd Saturday go?

OK, OK, so there was no posting of any kind yesterday, not counting the early morning wee hour posting of the NNGR™ from Friday. Sorry about that. I was entertaining. Martha Stewart just got released from prison and I had her over for some tea and crumpets. Afterward, she began cleaning and redecorating my house and before I knew it, the day was gone.

No, seriously, I was entertaining. It just wasn't Martha Stewart. It was Patrick Stewart. He was pushing Borg stocks.

I did write a new short story yesterday. It contains some racy language so I have banned it to the extended entry. If you are old enough and otherwise inclined, please feel free to have a look. My most ardent fan* hated it. End of report.

*No, it wasn't my navel. It, along with all other parts of me, absolutely loves the story.

Boiling Point
a short story by Terence A. (Tiger) Russell

“Well, so you don’t love me?” she asked.

“Shit, no, bitch! Where’d you get that idea?” he replied.

“Well, we have been doing the nasty every day or so. I been fucking your regularly for the last few weeks, ain’t I?”


“So?” she responded quizzically. “Then what you’re saying is that I wasn’t nuthin’ more to you than your fuck buddy?”

“Bitch? Get on out of here. You ain’t my fuck buddy. Woman -- I was just playing the part of your boy toy out of mercy.”

Such was the last word out of Ricky’s mouth. His jaw dropped as he watched Lucy pull the Colt 45 from her waistband. She dropped him with one clean round through the forehead at close range.

Posted by Tiger at March 6, 2005 09:04 AM | TrackBack

Loved the short story and all I can say is the f*ck buddy must not have been any good. Hope you are better...hehehe

Posted by: Agent Victoria at March 6, 2005 09:34 PM