"That same afternoon, in the Princess Asshole Hospice…"
“Where’s Claire?” asked Dick-Dick – for indeed, Claire was missing.“She was with Danica and Johnny,” said Alison. “I think she wanted to catch the beginning of their lecture.”“Ah – excellent idea,” said Dick-Dick, “but I hope she isn’t late. We...
"Alison and Eva are reconciled. But what has happened to Anna and Andy?"
Claire was delighted to see Alison back at the Academy, and gave her a long sloppy tongue-suck the moment she reappeared in the Money Lab. That she appeared hand-in-hand with Eva was a shock, and elicited a twinge of jealousy...
"... and all things nice ..."
The honeyed one speaks, dripping nectar with every syllable, oozing sweet seductive nothings which captivate me according to her every whim.The puckered one – perhaps no bitch, but certainly too often unkempt and neglected – blows a jealous indignant raspberry.Determined...
"Meanwhile, the dickhead of a boyfriend…"
Charlie had had a productive day, by his standards. He had finished sequencing another song, and was now sitting at his desk in his study sorting out some sundry paperwork. He was surprised Tracy was wasn’t back yet – it...
"Tracy liked to smoke. And she liked to fuck."
Tracy liked to smoke. And she liked to fuck. And she liked to smoke and fuck. And fuck and smoke. In fact, she loved smoking and fucking so much that fucking without smoking just wasn’t quite the same. Though smoking...
"Matthew 7:1-5"
“Father Antonio!” smirked 16-year-old Giovanni as he arrived for liturgy practice. “Guess what? Those two sisters from the convent – they were touching each other at communion!”The young priest smiled knowingly. “Best not to snitch, Gianni. We have secrets too...
"John 6:53-56, 19:34-35"
“Sangue di Cristo,” intoned Padre Antonio, as full-bodied Suor Dolcina drank deeply from the silver chalice, Precious Blood rich and honeyed on her tongue.“Amen.” A crimson droplet trickled across her lower lip. She savoured it, and saved it, gently touching...
His loins spent, Anna dismissed, Padre Antonio deliberately left his hands unwashed so that, at evening mass, between collect and acclamation, he might furtively enjoy that heavenly-hellish aroma which lingered so powerfully on his lips and fingers: sweet, pungent, rich...
“Corpo di Cristo.”“Amen.”It occurred to young Padre Antonio, as he distributed communion at first mass, that he really should have washed his hands first. His fingers still felt slightly viscous, turning claggy on the hosts. He swore silently, simultaneously praying...
"After all that's happened, can Alison and Eva be reconciled?"
“Are you sure it’s gonna be okay?” asked Alison. She was sitting in the back of a black London taxi, sandwiched between her parents.“Yes, honeypot,” replied her mother, “Professor Cuntslicker has sorted it all out. The black boy has left...