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Old 05-12-2008, 04:45 PM   #17
Taylor514ce
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I hated the Updike book mentioned by the OP, but oh well.

"I need to know your name. Now.", she said in a flat voice devoid of any emphasis. It needed none, really, I reflected, since the gun barrel pressed into my scrotum was perfectly emphatic.

"Adrian, err, Bruce."

"Which is it, cupcake, Adrian or Bruce?"

"Why do you need to know my name? What does it matter?" I managed to say, one part of my brain pleased my voice didn't squeek in fright.

"Because if you're Adrian, then we can have a little chat. If it's Bruce, I'm blowing your nuts to squirrel heaven."

"Adrian. Definitely Adrian. Sir Adrian Rappaport, in fact. Yes, that's me."

The thing is, I've always been, well, attached, to my nuts, just to state the obvious.

She smiled that gap-toothed smile I would come to know just a bit too well, and replaced the gun barrel with the no less disturbing pressure of a hand as red, large and coarse as an Alaskan King Crab.

"That's better. We've been expecting you, your Majesty".

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