You Know How a Guy is Supposed to Think About Baseball
except his penis- you know that’s not allowed
- applying his left thumb
- four-limbed, ape-inspired robot
- blue-gray eyes suddenly keen
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You know how a guy is supposed to think about baseball to distract himself? I was like that guy, except his penis (my penis, if we’re being honest) didn’t cooperate. Tallulah didn’t seem to mind. In fact, as I crossed the last few yards to our table, she wriggled almost imperceptibly in time with my waddling stride and suddenly I was engulfed.
I whispered down into my jacket, “You know that’s not allowed!”
Tallulah’s only reply was a tightening of her grip. Her arms clenched my shoulders, her legs squeezed my waist, her… well, you get the picture.
I took both a steadying breath and my seat at the table, hoping Tallulah wouldn’t be too much of a distraction.
The man to my left said, “Your mother sent us.” He pulled a roll of blueprints from his briefcase and spread them out on the table, applying his left thumb to the corner to hold it down.
As Tallulah clenched and unclenched, I tried to make sense of what I was looking at. It seemed to be plans for some sort of crazy four-limbed, ape-inspired robot. And then I remembered Mother and Fleur’s father plotting at my wedding. They wanted to build an army of killbots, all designed to look like the deities of Contraria’s ancient enemies.
I caught my reflection upside-down inside a spoon, my blue-gray eyes suddenly keen. I was surrounded by arms dealers, and, thanks to Tallulah, in a very awkward position.
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