“You Know What They Say”
alcohol on his breath- in a complicated twist
- If you want to do threesomes
- Yes, it’s that kind of place
- scientific proof that mustaches
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“You know what they say,” William said.
I didn’t, but the alcohol on his breath was probably answer enough to my query. His knickers were in a complicated twist due to handing his wife over to me to impregnate, so he’d gotten tipsy on the finest Paradoxical rotgut. Never ascribe to nefariousness that which is adequately explained by drunkenness.
“Has the Scampering commenced?” I asked. “Or are they waiting for me?”
“They’re waiting.” William led me into the corridor, then said over his shoulder, “Yesterday enjoyed herself with you. If you want to do threesomes with us, she’s interested. And I’m okay with it.”
I know you’re thinking, ‘Isn’t Enigma Fortress a military facility? Is it really the kind of place where such sexual shenanigans occur?’ and I am here to assure you: Yes, it’s that kind of place. As are most Contrarian places.
“I’ll consider it,” I said, with no intention of following through.
As we reached the door to the snowy courtyard, William said, “While she awaits a positive pregnancy test, Yesterday is in the laboratory, continuing her quest for scientific proof that mustaches make excellent disguises.” He dropped a theatrical wink. “Enjoy the Scampering.”
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