Friday, July 23, 2010
“What danger, we’re here to talk to a little old lady to see what our future holds. Oooh”
The gaggle of giggles surrounding him ripped down his spine like the claws of a young pup, pointed and wickedly sharp.
“You know Eddy, consider these two words for a moment, hydro-colonic, or go get yourself laid and relax a bit. I know for sure that Hildy would forgo a visit with the gypsy in exchange for a ride on your nasty.”
Edmund looked towards the afore-mentioned girl and grimaced. She was a lovely bit of fluff, but he’d sworn off her type years ago. Now his bed partners had to enjoy the rough and tumble as well as, be able to keep up their end of a conversation.
“Now move out of my way,” Gillia bitched. “I want my reading.”
He was, well and truly stuck. They were going in whether he liked it or not.
“I will go in first to make sure it is safe and you will wait until I give you the okay to enter this tent.” He leaned down into her face and growled. “Do not disregard me in this matter or I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you out to the car, paddling the spoiled ass as your father should have years ago…”
Her eyes grew to resemble the full moon as she nodded her head. Finally, she believed him. Edmund pushed back on the canvas flap and moved into the gypsy’s tent…