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Authors: Cassandra Parkin
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Sometimes people think about stuff which has nothing at all to do with the people they work for
“Safe trip, Mr. Grey. Miss Steele.” Taylor looks kindly at me, though perhaps there’s a hint of pity hidden in the depths of his grey eyes.
No doubt he thinks I’ve succumbed to Mr Grey’s dubious sexual habits. (p149)
Could be, Ana. Or maybe he’s thinking about the girl he’s meeting at the bar later. Or how the Mariners will do this season. Or whether he remembered to switch the iron off. Or how his mom got on at the hospital this morning. Or what to have for dinner.
But you’re probably right; he’s almost certainly thinking about you. Because of all the things there are to think about in this world, other peoples’ sex lives are always by far the most fascinating.
A mother’s worst nightmare
“My mother liked you,” he says dryly.
“Really?” His words make me flush with pleasure.
“Oh yes. She’s always thought I was gay.” (p152)
Oh, Mrs Grey, your son isn’t gay ! Good Lord, no! He’s just a sadistic, emotionally-closed man-child with marked sociopathic tendencies whose best approximation of human intimacy is to kidnap women from imaginary dangers so he can tie them up and cane them!
So you can relax. Because at least he’s not in a loving, functioning, mutually satisfying relationship with someone with a Y chromosome.
Photo: BlindGrasshopper [flickr]
Here’s to you, Mrs Robinson
[Christian to Ana] “One of my mother’s friends seduced me when I was fifteen.”
“Oh.” Holy shit that’s young! (p154)
Holy shit that’s child abuse and the statutory rape of a minor! Holy shit that’s another major felony that’s completely failed to raise a blip on your moral radar! Holy shit if I just freakin’ killed someone right in front of you and asked you to help me hide the body , would you call the cops on me or just shrug and reach for the shovel?
Ana and Christian discuss their future together
“Is this what our, err…relationship will be like?” I whisper. “You ordering me around?”
…”Yes, he murmurs…”And what’s more, you’ll want me to,” he adds, his voice low.
I seriously doubt that. (p155)
Then don’t frickin’ do it , you loser. If Christian Grey told you to stick your hand in a blender because according to him you might enjoy it, would you – no, wait, actually you probably would.
Christian Grey, expert in body-language
“I’m glad you can’t read my mind.”
“Your mind, no, Anastasia, but your body – that I’ve got to know quite well since yesterday.” (p157)
Just so we’re clear, Christian - is that before or after the incident when you were unable to distinguish between Ana having an orgasm and Ana in agonising pain?
Ana comes over all flirty
“Oh…by the way, I’m wearing your underwear.” I give him a small smile and pull up the waistband of the boxer briefs I’m wearing so he can see. (p158)
And somewhere in a parallel universe, Christian Grey gives Ana a coy smile, hoicks up his own waistband, and murmurs, “What a coincidence…”
Again. Spine.
[Kate to Ana] “Well, how was it?...”
…suddenly I feel shy. I blush. It was very private. All of it. Seeing and knowing what Christian has to hide. But I have to give her some details, because she won’t leave me alone until I do. (p158)
No, Ana, you really don’t need to tell her anything at all.
Then again, you didn’t need to let her stand over you in the bath and shave your armpits for you either.
Ana starts hallucinating
My inner goddess sits in the lotus position looking serene except for the sly, self-congratulatory smile on her face…
My subconscious glares at me, wagging her long skinny finger, then morphs into the scales of justice to remind me he could sue if I disclose too much. (p159)
Are your inner goddess and your subconscious aware of each other’s presence? Do you think maybe they discuss you when
Sometimes people think about stuff which has nothing at all to do with the people they work for
“Safe trip, Mr. Grey. Miss Steele.” Taylor looks kindly at me, though perhaps there’s a hint of pity hidden in the depths of his grey eyes.
No doubt he thinks I’ve succumbed to Mr Grey’s dubious sexual habits. (p149)
Could be, Ana. Or maybe he’s thinking about the girl he’s meeting at the bar later. Or how the Mariners will do this season. Or whether he remembered to switch the iron off. Or how his mom got on at the hospital this morning. Or what to have for dinner.
But you’re probably right; he’s almost certainly thinking about you. Because of all the things there are to think about in this world, other peoples’ sex lives are always by far the most fascinating.
A mother’s worst nightmare
“My mother liked you,” he says dryly.
“Really?” His words make me flush with pleasure.
“Oh yes. She’s always thought I was gay.” (p152)
Oh, Mrs Grey, your son isn’t gay ! Good Lord, no! He’s just a sadistic, emotionally-closed man-child with marked sociopathic tendencies whose best approximation of human intimacy is to kidnap women from imaginary dangers so he can tie them up and cane them!
So you can relax. Because at least he’s not in a loving, functioning, mutually satisfying relationship with someone with a Y chromosome.
Photo: BlindGrasshopper [flickr]
Here’s to you, Mrs Robinson
[Christian to Ana] “One of my mother’s friends seduced me when I was fifteen.”
“Oh.” Holy shit that’s young! (p154)
Holy shit that’s child abuse and the statutory rape of a minor! Holy shit that’s another major felony that’s completely failed to raise a blip on your moral radar! Holy shit if I just freakin’ killed someone right in front of you and asked you to help me hide the body , would you call the cops on me or just shrug and reach for the shovel?
Ana and Christian discuss their future together
“Is this what our, err…relationship will be like?” I whisper. “You ordering me around?”
…”Yes, he murmurs…”And what’s more, you’ll want me to,” he adds, his voice low.
I seriously doubt that. (p155)
Then don’t frickin’ do it , you loser. If Christian Grey told you to stick your hand in a blender because according to him you might enjoy it, would you – no, wait, actually you probably would.
Christian Grey, expert in body-language
“I’m glad you can’t read my mind.”
“Your mind, no, Anastasia, but your body – that I’ve got to know quite well since yesterday.” (p157)
Just so we’re clear, Christian - is that before or after the incident when you were unable to distinguish between Ana having an orgasm and Ana in agonising pain?
Ana comes over all flirty
“Oh…by the way, I’m wearing your underwear.” I give him a small smile and pull up the waistband of the boxer briefs I’m wearing so he can see. (p158)
And somewhere in a parallel universe, Christian Grey gives Ana a coy smile, hoicks up his own waistband, and murmurs, “What a coincidence…”
Again. Spine.
[Kate to Ana] “Well, how was it?...”
…suddenly I feel shy. I blush. It was very private. All of it. Seeing and knowing what Christian has to hide. But I have to give her some details, because she won’t leave me alone until I do. (p158)
No, Ana, you really don’t need to tell her anything at all.
Then again, you didn’t need to let her stand over you in the bath and shave your armpits for you either.
Ana starts hallucinating
My inner goddess sits in the lotus position looking serene except for the sly, self-congratulatory smile on her face…
My subconscious glares at me, wagging her long skinny finger, then morphs into the scales of justice to remind me he could sue if I disclose too much. (p159)
Are your inner goddess and your subconscious aware of each other’s presence? Do you think maybe they discuss you when
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