“My Husband is President of the United States”
we’re crawling into your bed- skating together and holding hands
- had not originated from her
- the Rorschach inkblot
- Don’t be mealy-mouthed about it.
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“My husband is the president of the United States,” Tallulah breathed in my ear. “Not some Contrarian janitor.” She looked over her shoulder at our dapperly uniformed audience. “Although now that you mention it…”
“Wait,” I said. “You’re married to Thor? Since when?”
Tallulah threw her head back and laughed. “Don’t be mealy-mouthed about it. Your family has such hangups!” Her unusual blue-black eyes met mine. “You’re blushing like the Rorschach inkblots they used to show me, back at the academy.” She began her relentless gyrations upon me again, and I was helpless to resist.
A clearing of the throat broke my trance and I looked at Tallulah, but the sound had not originated from her. The janitor said, “You two look really happy, skating together and holding hands, or whatever it is you call that, but I need you to move. There’s a big clog in the ladies’ room.”
Tallulah used my joystick to steer me away from the door and into one of the stalls. “The minute we’re done here we’re leaving this place and we’re crawling into your bed, and we’re not leaving it for a week.”
My eyes crossed at the thought, but I managed to stammer, “But Thor’s in trouble. His blimp was hijacked by the Vegan Separatists.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” She increased the speed and intensity of her movements into an erotic frenzy. “I hired them! Working together, you and I will topple the governments of both the US and Contraria! Just like we talked about back in kindergarten!”
bonus points for using them in reverse order