Comments on: Calliope and the Spambot http://www.zenoli.net/2007/05/calliope-and-the-spambot/ High Weirdness in Low Places Tue, 06 Jan 2009 11:38:11 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7 hourly 1 By: paul http://www.zenoli.net/2007/05/calliope-and-the-spambot/comment-page-1/#comment-1731 paul Wed, 23 May 2007 04:29:27 +0000 http://www.zenoli.net/2007/05/calliope-and-the-spambot/#comment-1731 "'Hey now, I don’t like that,' Isaacs said, and now he was mad at all of them for ruining his day. He was mad enough to hurt somebody. He’d killed a man before one time, with his bare hands, and he could do it again, if he put something in his bare hands like a knife or a gun or something that he could kill somebody with." ------------ "Behind his back, stiletto heels clicked, but not sharply and intensely like they would on wood or marble, rather with a little sogginess to them, a sort of muffled slurping caused by their impacting asphalt that had gone soft and resilient in the hot Atlanta sun. He liked stiletto heels a lot, so he turned to see who was coming. It was Callie Archer, old Henry's widow. God, she was a looker, with those glossy black tresses and fine, fines hooters." ------------ "Noisy café noise. Moments later, their young strawberry-auburn-headed waitress attended them with a pleasing winsome grin full of healthy teeth and gums. Her generous bosom swept forward in her tightfitting blouse, unbuttoned precariously and yet full of devious intent to reveal the tender rosy heaving flesh under the starched straining cotton. 'What may I get you, gentlemen?' she said in a honey pert voice, and a flash of white pearly teeth in a face of unusual refinement for such a creature. What was she doing hear in this seething and empties a trendy morass of human dross and raging worldly clamor? 'Ah,' mused, Isadore to himself, 'She is another unfortunate, probably alone in the world and needing to pay her way in the world of men. She may be writing a novel in secret, and I know her kind.' And he had an immediate need to comfort and console her, and felt a pang of desire in his southern regions of the hard young body." “‘Hey now, I don’t like that,’ Isaacs said, and now he was mad at all of them for ruining his day. He was mad enough to hurt somebody. He’d killed a man before one time, with his bare hands, and he could do it again, if he put something in his bare hands like a knife or a gun or something that he could kill somebody with.”
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“Behind his back, stiletto heels clicked, but not sharply and intensely like they would on wood or marble, rather with a little sogginess to them, a sort of muffled slurping caused by their impacting asphalt that had gone soft and resilient in the hot Atlanta sun. He liked stiletto heels a lot, so he turned to see who was coming.

It was Callie Archer, old Henry’s widow. God, she was a looker, with those glossy black tresses and fine, fines hooters.”
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“Noisy café noise.

Moments later, their young strawberry-auburn-headed waitress attended them with a pleasing winsome grin full of healthy teeth and gums. Her generous bosom swept forward in her tightfitting blouse, unbuttoned precariously and yet full of devious intent to reveal the tender rosy heaving flesh under the starched straining cotton.

‘What may I get you, gentlemen?’ she said in a honey pert voice, and a flash of white pearly teeth in a face of unusual refinement for such a creature. What was she doing hear in this seething and empties a trendy morass of human dross and raging worldly clamor?

‘Ah,’ mused, Isadore to himself, ‘She is another unfortunate, probably alone in the world and needing to pay her way in the world of men. She may be writing a novel in secret, and I know her kind.’ And he had an immediate need to comfort and console her, and felt a pang of desire in his southern regions of the hard young body.”

]]> By: Conrad http://www.zenoli.net/2007/05/calliope-and-the-spambot/comment-page-1/#comment-1730 Conrad Wed, 23 May 2007 03:15:06 +0000 http://www.zenoli.net/2007/05/calliope-and-the-spambot/#comment-1730 "“We will therefore just monitor his sign’s. Serious trauma like this patient suffered requires extra care, but the rich patsies controlling the hospital will make certain I cannot try any of my new treatments on him.” “Yes, doctor.” That voice was soooo sexy! Bruce didn’t care about treatments. He cared about pain, and he cared about that voice, because when he heard the voice, the pain went away, just for a few seconds, like." ----- "She smoothed the hair back from her elfin ears, making it tumble down her back, past her shoulders, broad but not too broad, broad enough to support the luxurious breasts that filled the front of her scarlet sun dress, glowing in the afternoon sun, the hot Georgia orb of fire, that came through the window, as she admired her trim shape and flat tummy, in the mirror. She looked, she thought, like the bad-girl heroine of a tawdry romance novel." ““We will therefore just monitor his sign’s. Serious trauma like this patient suffered requires extra care, but the rich patsies controlling the hospital will make certain I cannot try any of my new treatments on him.”

“Yes, doctor.” That voice was soooo sexy!

Bruce didn’t care about treatments. He cared about pain, and he cared about that voice, because when he heard the voice, the pain went away, just for a few seconds, like.”

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“She smoothed the hair back from her elfin ears, making it tumble down her back, past her shoulders, broad but not too broad, broad enough to support the luxurious breasts that filled the front of her scarlet sun dress, glowing in the afternoon sun, the hot Georgia orb of fire, that came through the window, as she admired her trim shape and flat tummy, in the mirror. She looked, she thought, like the bad-girl heroine of a tawdry romance novel.”

]]> By: paul http://www.zenoli.net/2007/05/calliope-and-the-spambot/comment-page-1/#comment-1639 paul Fri, 18 May 2007 02:42:07 +0000 http://www.zenoli.net/2007/05/calliope-and-the-spambot/#comment-1639 "She preened to herself again. A fine young man like this, and she could still grab him. What a dame she was." Once you start reading, it's horribly addictive. "He coughed again, then reached down to his privates, like he was making sure they were still there. He left big red hand prints on them--you could certainly judge his length by his hands! And they said that was a myth. Ha, she thought knowingly. All things have a basis in fact." “She preened to herself again. A fine young man like this, and she could still grab him. What a dame she was.”

Once you start reading, it’s horribly addictive.

“He coughed again, then reached down to his privates, like he was making sure they were still there. He left big red hand prints on them–you could certainly judge his length by his hands! And they said that was a myth. Ha, she thought knowingly. All things have a basis in fact.”

]]> By: paul http://www.zenoli.net/2007/05/calliope-and-the-spambot/comment-page-1/#comment-1638 paul Fri, 18 May 2007 02:34:30 +0000 http://www.zenoli.net/2007/05/calliope-and-the-spambot/#comment-1638 It is a work of a sort of nauseating genius. "He hacked again, grossly, though. 'I wish I could, Isadore. I wish I could.' He looked up at her with wet eyes--eyes like he'd had too many drinks or had just gotten kicked in the groin." It is a work of a sort of nauseating genius.

“He hacked again, grossly, though. ‘I wish I could, Isadore. I wish I could.’ He looked up at her with wet eyes–eyes like he’d had too many drinks or had just gotten kicked in the groin.”

]]> By: Conrad http://www.zenoli.net/2007/05/calliope-and-the-spambot/comment-page-1/#comment-1569 Conrad Sun, 13 May 2007 08:29:33 +0000 http://www.zenoli.net/2007/05/calliope-and-the-spambot/#comment-1569 "The longtime security guard saluted the pair as they passed. What lucky people, he thought, so young and rich, they can afford to live here. Not like me. I have to live across town and wear a uniform and salute the young rich kids who make more money in a minute than I can make in my whole life." This is priceless! “The longtime security guard saluted the pair as they passed. What lucky people, he thought, so young and rich, they can afford to live here. Not like me. I have to live across town and wear a uniform and salute the young rich kids who make more money in a minute than I can make in my whole life.”

This is priceless!

]]> By: Conrad http://www.zenoli.net/2007/05/calliope-and-the-spambot/comment-page-1/#comment-1568 Conrad Sun, 13 May 2007 08:20:59 +0000 http://www.zenoli.net/2007/05/calliope-and-the-spambot/#comment-1568 Sounds like my kind of novel. I'll have to read it! Sounds like my kind of novel. I’ll have to read it!

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