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January 1983
The Bandit rolled over languidly in bed, yawning and stretching. He scratched his balls idly, then winced at a sudden stab of pain. Ouch, dammit, he thought wearily. Must’ve been sleeping on my stomach or something. Feels like my balls went and took a hike for the exercise!
Beside him, Twink rolled over, kicking the blankets aside, and arched her body back with a loud yawn. The Bandit idly watched her move, luxuriating in the sight of her limber, gorgeous form. She saw him looking at her, smiled, and with no effort at all bent her body so [read more...]
October 1982
The tiny dorm singlet wasn’t as large or spacious as the old quad, but it only held one man and his belongings, so it didn’t have to be much more than cozy. The bed stretched from end to end of the narrow space, with barely enough room on the walls for two of the Roger Deans, and there was only a ratty old bathmat on the floor in place of Zero’s Persian rug, but the wires and cables festooning every spare inch of space and the speakers mounted on the walls were a sure sign that this [read more...]
“Oh, I don’t believe this! What the hell kind of bullshit are they shovelling here?” The Bandit threw down the newspaper disgustedly and kicked it into the corner with a curse. “Goddamned pseudo-juornalistic shits!” He punched his data card into the debit monitor as if he’d been punching the Arcadian’s editor, and grabbed a tray from the stack at the head of the heaterstack line as if he were grabbing her by the throat. His scowl did its duty; the other students at the dinner table kept their conversations to themselves, and nobody tried to talk to him. The empty [read more...]
The Rainbow Wizard carefully packed away his guitar in its case, and closed the lid. He hefted the case easily in one hand, and smiled sweetly at Flower. “I had a wonderful time this evening,” he said, “And I hope that we can do it again sometime soon.”
“Oh, I’d like that,” Flower replied, picking up her own guitar. “It was wonderful meeting you. I was beginning to feel like I wasn’t going to make any friends here at all. Well, goodnight!” With a wave, she turned and was gone, guitar case banging against her knees as she strode toward [read more...]
The Bandit and Zero kicked the dirty grey snow off of their boots and walked up the steps of the East Habitat. A quick ping of a security card in the lock, and the door sighed open, brushing a warm breeze across their faces from inside. They walked out of the dark and into the central lounge, gratefully unzipping their coats. The usual late-night gang was there, Thud holding court like a king in the chair by the coffee machine and dealing a hand from his everpresent cribbage deck to Lanky and Plaids. Conan was sprawled out on the couch, [read more...]
The Bandit rubbed his eyes and put down the book, tucking his pen in it for a bookmark. He sighed gustily and looked at the closed door to the living room. Muffled sounds of conversation were coming from outside, interspersed with shouts of raucous laughter: Conan, having some fun at the expense of one of the Wiz’s folks, no doubt. There was no sign of Zero; it was becoming obvious that he’d be spending tonight in Diva’s room. Bummer. On impulse, the Bandit walked swiftly to his cassette rack and withdrew an album that he almost never played any more. [read more...]
“I don’t want to start like that. And again…two, three, four….” “Hold it, HOLD IT!” The Bandit held up a hand and waved frantically, making disgusted faces. Zero raised an eyebrow at the spastic diplay, but willingly shut off the tape recorder.
“Something the matter?” “YES, God damn your oversized beak!” The Bandit glared furiously at Zero, fists on hips.
Zero selfconsciously rubbed the bridge of his nose, which was quite frankly a tremendously outsized appendage for the face upon which it rested, a bit of Cherokee ancestry that wouldn’t have been out of place on a nickel.
“What is [read more...]
PROLOGUE: It has a mind of its own
Late winter 1982
The room was bathed in fanned rays of yellow light, the glare of the streetlight outside the window only partially shuttered out by the Venetian blinds. It wasn’t a terribly cluttered or fancy room; bunk bed at one end, desk at the other, two closets and chests of drawers, mirror, and bookshelves. The walls were grey cinderblock, and the floor was institutional brown tile, a choice of a practical rather than esthetic nature. But that wasn’t to say that the room had no character; far from it. It [read more...]
She and I are in my apartment. It is all white and the lights are on. It is late afternoon, and the shades are drawn. I have a special evening planned for her and she knows this, although she does not know what I have in mind.
We are both excited to the point of electricity on our skin. We undress, our skin tight and cool. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest. She can sense that something is afoot, her nipples are hard, her aereolae contracted about them, dark with tiny bumps. The pale flesh across [read more...]
After Julie got up and made breakfast for the children and sent them out to play and was about ready to have some coffee, Becky came into the kitchen. Becky looked a bit haggard and tired as if she had been drinking the night before. Julie, on the other hand, looked fresh and ready for the world.
“Morning Becky.” Julie said,”You leave Ralph still sleeping his life away ?”
“Yes. He needs plenty of sleep for his job as you well know. Also he could not believe what happened last night and wanted to talk all night. I don’t [read more...]
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