John Wriggled Out of the Duffle Bag
talking about his hang gliding- when no one’s watching
- raising exotic fish
- “Lactose intolerant? Swell.”
- smelling my feet?
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John wriggled out of the duffle bag and lay on the floor of the hut while Tessa cooed about how happy she was to see his face and his equipment, and I’m not talking about his hang gliding gear.
“You gonna put some pants on or what?” I asked.
“I usually only do that when no one’s watching,” he said, and stayed naked.
Jason leaned in and lispered in my ear, “I haven’t seen a worm like that since I was at the Contrarian National Aquarium, raising exotic fish.”
The mud pool continued to churn and burp up thick bubbles. “Let’s get out of here,” I said. “That thing seems lactose intolerant.”
Jason laughed. “Lactose intolerant? Swell.” He started for the door.
Before I could follow, John rolled across the floor to where I was standing and buried his nose between my toes. Was he smelling my feet? If so, that could only mean one thing.
bonus points for using them in order
Yup. It could only mean one thing. It means my coauthor has a sadistic sense of humor sometimes.
You’re only just now figuring that out?