NutraSweet and see what gets chosen more often."
"You know, I seem to remember that entire conversation. Why? Because I was there.” The corner of Ryan's mouth raised and formed a perfect half-smirk. “At least Rueben said he liked it."
"That's when I knew I was screwed.” I shook my head in dismay. “Connect the dots probably amazed the hell out of him as a child."
"Not as much as paper cuts."
"Blood,” we chorused.
"Hey.” Ryan opened the door to the building and grabbed my arm. “What's up with Kim? She acts preoccupied."
Who wasn't lately? If someone didn't have his or her own personal issues to dwell on, listening to Tristan and his orgasm poems was certainly bound to bring up a few, especially the latest one.
Speaking of Tristan, we watched as he walked in and headed towards the bathroom while we finished taking our jackets off.
"Sex."
Ryan raised an eyebrow.
"At least I think it's sex."
We shoved our gear into a booth and sat down.
"I saw her this morning at breakfast,” Ryan said. “The lady asked her how she wanted her eggs. You know what she said? ‘Fertilized.’”
"What did the woman do?"
"Gave her sunny-side up."
I wished I knew why Kim was so obsessed, but she wasn't offering any insight and I dared not ask considering what I was holding back from her and hadn't bothered to come clean about yet. Half of it was that I didn't want her to kill me and the other half was that I was ashamed.
"I guess we're all a little emotionally strung out right now. One wrong word is all it seems to take to set somebody off."
"Cheetos!” Ryan pulled out a bag from his backpack.
"Insensitive bastard!” It was as if he'd read my mind.
"I was going to share, ya moody prick.” He changed the subject. “So, what was so important that you had to blow me off on the phone for last night?"
"Something came up.” He didn't seem satisfied with that. “An emergency."
"What? MTV show an old interview with the Go-Gos you couldn't miss?"
"No. I had to do ... you know...” I leaned in closer, and he leaned further back, wondering what I was going to say. “A number two."
"Why do I ask?” Ryan rolled his eyes. “Speaking of numbers,” he sighed, “what are your Top Five Singles this week so I don't have to read about them in the paper?"
"Well, Ryan...” I used the best announcer voice I could muster. “...I'm glad you asked. Coming in at number five this week is ‘You Came’ by the lovely Kim Wilde, moving up a notch into the number-four spot is Camouflage's ‘The Great Commandment,’ clinging to number three continues to be Transvision Vamp's ‘I Want Your Love,’ a surprise upset at number two is Pete Wylie's ‘Sinful’ and the new number-one song on our countdown is ‘We Are What We Are’ by our German friends The Other Ones."
"Transvision who?” Ryan didn't have a clue who any of them were.
"Vamp. Jerry, my friend from Hong Kong, introduced me to them."
"You have a friend in Hong Kong?” He stared at me. “Never mind. I have no freaking clue who these groups are, how you ever heard about them or if you're even making them up.” He changed the subject. “So, what did you think of Tristan's latest poem, ‘Orgasm Sixteen?’”
"I'm trying my best to forget about it.” The last thing I wanted was yet another reminder of what I'd done. Tristan couldn't skip reading that particular one, could he? Oh, no. He had to read it. He had to share it with the class. He had to get the entire experience, such as it was, completely back asswards.
"This one was definitely more comical than the others.” Ryan chuckled.
"I didn't notice."
"You didn't think it was funny how he described screwing that little number?” He flopped his hands around to demonstrate the mental picture he'd put together of the event. “How did he put it? The little grunts, the total submission and worship of his body, the chanting of his name, the begging for more...” Ryan sighed in total appreciation. “You could
"You know, I seem to remember that entire conversation. Why? Because I was there.” The corner of Ryan's mouth raised and formed a perfect half-smirk. “At least Rueben said he liked it."
"That's when I knew I was screwed.” I shook my head in dismay. “Connect the dots probably amazed the hell out of him as a child."
"Not as much as paper cuts."
"Blood,” we chorused.
"Hey.” Ryan opened the door to the building and grabbed my arm. “What's up with Kim? She acts preoccupied."
Who wasn't lately? If someone didn't have his or her own personal issues to dwell on, listening to Tristan and his orgasm poems was certainly bound to bring up a few, especially the latest one.
Speaking of Tristan, we watched as he walked in and headed towards the bathroom while we finished taking our jackets off.
"Sex."
Ryan raised an eyebrow.
"At least I think it's sex."
We shoved our gear into a booth and sat down.
"I saw her this morning at breakfast,” Ryan said. “The lady asked her how she wanted her eggs. You know what she said? ‘Fertilized.’”
"What did the woman do?"
"Gave her sunny-side up."
I wished I knew why Kim was so obsessed, but she wasn't offering any insight and I dared not ask considering what I was holding back from her and hadn't bothered to come clean about yet. Half of it was that I didn't want her to kill me and the other half was that I was ashamed.
"I guess we're all a little emotionally strung out right now. One wrong word is all it seems to take to set somebody off."
"Cheetos!” Ryan pulled out a bag from his backpack.
"Insensitive bastard!” It was as if he'd read my mind.
"I was going to share, ya moody prick.” He changed the subject. “So, what was so important that you had to blow me off on the phone for last night?"
"Something came up.” He didn't seem satisfied with that. “An emergency."
"What? MTV show an old interview with the Go-Gos you couldn't miss?"
"No. I had to do ... you know...” I leaned in closer, and he leaned further back, wondering what I was going to say. “A number two."
"Why do I ask?” Ryan rolled his eyes. “Speaking of numbers,” he sighed, “what are your Top Five Singles this week so I don't have to read about them in the paper?"
"Well, Ryan...” I used the best announcer voice I could muster. “...I'm glad you asked. Coming in at number five this week is ‘You Came’ by the lovely Kim Wilde, moving up a notch into the number-four spot is Camouflage's ‘The Great Commandment,’ clinging to number three continues to be Transvision Vamp's ‘I Want Your Love,’ a surprise upset at number two is Pete Wylie's ‘Sinful’ and the new number-one song on our countdown is ‘We Are What We Are’ by our German friends The Other Ones."
"Transvision who?” Ryan didn't have a clue who any of them were.
"Vamp. Jerry, my friend from Hong Kong, introduced me to them."
"You have a friend in Hong Kong?” He stared at me. “Never mind. I have no freaking clue who these groups are, how you ever heard about them or if you're even making them up.” He changed the subject. “So, what did you think of Tristan's latest poem, ‘Orgasm Sixteen?’”
"I'm trying my best to forget about it.” The last thing I wanted was yet another reminder of what I'd done. Tristan couldn't skip reading that particular one, could he? Oh, no. He had to read it. He had to share it with the class. He had to get the entire experience, such as it was, completely back asswards.
"This one was definitely more comical than the others.” Ryan chuckled.
"I didn't notice."
"You didn't think it was funny how he described screwing that little number?” He flopped his hands around to demonstrate the mental picture he'd put together of the event. “How did he put it? The little grunts, the total submission and worship of his body, the chanting of his name, the begging for more...” Ryan sighed in total appreciation. “You could
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