She turned in her bed and burrowed among the pillows … the sun was
peeping in through the window and that was her alarum clock this season.
But a few moments wouldn’t matter. Squirmed and cuddled against a satiny
pillow.
It had been a nice party yesterday. They had talked about Sartre and CAD
programs and sex and war and got a little high. It was a wonderful thing
to have good friends. Not really friends actually, but colleagues and
acquaintances. And then that icecream was a great way to finish off. No
calories. None. Not one! Atleast that is what the label said, though
Andrew pickering claimed that it was just dishonest advertising. (more…)


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