Julie felt her cod squirm pleasurably as it ingested a dollop of menstrual fluid. She made a mental note to eat some roughage later today to help it digest, but most of her mind was on Bill.
Bill stood in front of her, glassy eyed and almost pleading. "C'mon, Jules. Let's make a baby."
Julie sighed in faux exasperation and acquiesced. Bill carefully pressed his cod against hers.
So i'm breaking in a new assistant. This one's overzealous and annoyingly helpful, which is a definite improvement over the last. That's one of the downsides to working for a criminal enterprise--bad help.
I was scanning my quadrant when this one popped up on the bridge with a grin. "Look, boss. I found one!" Surprisingly, it looked like he had. The nitrogen and oxygen ratio in the planet's atmosphere was nearly perfect. 1/
“I never read such an impious book,” said the reader, throwing it on the floor.
“You need not hurt me,” said the book; “you will only get less for me second hand, and I did not write myself.”
For #WorldBookDay (UK), a fable about a book: Robert Louis Stevenson’s “The Reader”