Yes, thank you all (especially you ladies) for inquiring about the post that Anya "completed" for me while I was (apparently) passed out on the keyboard. It still makes me red in the face to read it.

I  don't recall the EXACT conversation that lead to this, but it was Anya's position that I should repost the post, and "be a man about it." I argued that such a post doesn't do any favors for behind- the- scenes- world- leaders. It was at that point that Anya took a sharp turn away from the savage supernatural hunter she usually is.

"Oh please, you men aren't really in control. We just let you go on and play your little games so that you aren't so grumpy all the time."

I looked at her, sitting in my computer chair, as she was sitting in the bean bag chair. "Excuse me, but I think I would know if I am being manipulated. I got to where I am by being the one who set the trends, the one who took the lead. I think I would know if there was a mass conspiracy to keep men deluded into thinking they were on top. In any case, I'm not reposting that."

Anya got up, letting her clothing fall to the floor. She slowly walked over, deliberately swaying her hips with every step. She got down on her knees, put her hands on my knees, and put her head in my lap, her long nose breathing hot air on my pants. She looked up at me, with wide, adorable puppy eyes.

[[Readers: please note that I am not a heartless fiend. That sort of thing always works when it's a reasonable request. But here, I wasn't about to let Anya win.]]

The strain of resisting her almost too-cute eyes caused me to grin widely, as I tried not to give in. "Nice try, girl."

Her right hand shot between my legs and grabbed me. The combination of the threat plus the now-creepy puppy eyes made me do two things: repost the post, and vow reciprocation.


SD6 - Between Transmission And Noise - Everywhere

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i have eyes forward and into the sink