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A Bad StartGreen peppers had seemed like an obvious alternative. They were the same color as apples, after all As a rule, PDQ gave most green things a rather wide berth when it came to his own meals, so it probably shouldn't have surprised him that he'd made a mistake.
He slumped against the moldy dungeon wall and kicked his leg to make the shackles sing. They were rusty, but most of the iron down here was. The damp was wreaking havoc on his nose and throat. Calling the king Adelbert the Fair was definitely a misnomer then. If PDQ ever learned to write, he would have to keep a record of correct history with fitting names. Adelbert the Vengeful Wet Blanket. It had a certain ring.
PDQ coughed. The sound was like a splintered gate being eaten by a goat with glass teeth, but the worst bit was the feeling it left in his throat. He was convinced that three more days of this wou
Dice VignetteSunlight seeped in through the curtains like spilled tea through a cheap tablecloth. I covered my eyes and cursed the blanket for being too thin. I could count my fingers through them. I had five. Maybe it was cheating, since I knew that coming in.
Anyway, that meant it was cold, sun or not. There was another blanket at my feet, but I was too comfortable even to nudge it upwards with my feet. I could hear someone moving around downstairs, dishes and water mingling loudly in the kitchen. I'd missed breakfast.
I sat up and pouted at my bare feet, preparing for a good private sulk. Then I remembered where I was and my mouth twisted into something strange. Smiles were still weird. I liked them, but well, chocolate peppermint ice cream was weird, but I liked that too. Smiles were sort of like that.
It wasn't a thin blanket, it was a sheet. The blanket at
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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