#SixSunday — Oh the drama! (Purely Relative #5)

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Today’s six comes once again from a novelette I’m writing as a companion to my debut novel, The P.U.R.E.  In this six, there’s a huge crowd at our hero, Jon Cripps’ family home for a holiday meal. Jon’s brother Jason, Jason’s girlfriend, Kat, and Jason’s best gal pal, Tully, take their turn adding to the dinner time drama. Tully speaks to Kat first:

Jason obviously doesn’t date you for your sweeping intellect, does he?”

“Sandbox friends only go so far, honey. When boys grow into men, they want a real woman to play with,” she paused and pointedly looked Tully up and down, “not a third wheel buddy.” [Kat] gave a disdainful puff of air through perfectly lacquered lips to punctuate her jab.

“My experience has been skanks get no thanks, but good friends transcend to the end.” Tully cast her eyes to Jason, who sagged a little in his chair.

Rowrr!! Cat fight in ten, nine, eight…

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#SixSunday — Dessert Anyone? (Purely Relative #4)

Welcome to “Six Sentence Sunday”. Thank you for visiting and especially for any comments you might feel inclined to offer. Yes, I changed my blog theme, just temporarily for Halloween. I thought it was rather fun.

Today’s six comes once again from a little novelette I’m writing as a companion to my debut novel, The P.U.R.E.  Jon and Gayle are dining at Jon’s parents’ home. Gayle is being a bit introspective now that all the initial awkwardness is beginning to fade.

[Jon] squeezed my knee in response, stroking the flesh with his thumb. Oh boy, someone was already warming up for dessert. He flashed his shark-like smile, no doubt picturing me as the cherry on top.  With a home-cooked meal in his belly, his reserves fully charged, the evening promised to be quite energetic once the turkey drugs wore off. My giblets warmed at the thought of a warm and sated Jon stretched out in my bed, that same predatory smile affixed to his face. If only I didn’t have to pee like a racehorse on steroids.

Gayle, Gayle, Gayle…only you can end a sexy song on a coarse note.

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