The Quandary Dilemma
November 07, 2007 12:54 PM EST
(Updated: November 07, 2007 01:32 PM EST)
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Lance DeWitt was awakened by the smoldering gaze of Tiffany Call, girl Friday to the CEO of Antikrystos Enterprises, Les Gentle. Wearing only a creamy ecru towel of Egyptian cotton, she whispered, “I’ve drawn a bath. Would you like to share it?”
In an instant he was squeezing her cheeks between his sinewy, muscled thighs. “You didn’t have that lisp last night, when you were appraising my obelisk,” he purred harshly into her ruby-studded lobe. “Where’s the key?”
“I—“ she began, hesitantly.
“Open up,” he barked huskily, his fingers forcefully parting her exquisitely daubed lips.
In a moment it was over. Her pitiful sobs fell uselessly.
“You can tell your boss I’ll be seeing him at the gates of Eternity. If he makes it that far.”
He leaped through the French window, landing soundlessly atop a passing donkey cart full of false icons and turnips.
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Comments: 29
but there's gotta be something illegal about "that lisp last night, when you were appraising my obelisk."
Re: the title the words are somewhat different. In a dilemma a choice must be made between two courses of action, neither of which is desirable.
For DB style might use the Logic definition: a form of syllogism in which the major premise is formed of two or more hypothetical propositions and the minor premise is a disjunctive proposition, as "If A, then B; if C then D. Either A or C. Therefore, either B or D."
Then break that "code" and the mystery is solved.
or
How about the Quandracious Dilemma?
JK, I'm going to be harsh with you (because I know you can handle it). This otherwise medocre tribute to the Master was salvaged in the line:
"'You didn't have that lisp last night, when you were appraising my obelisk,' he purred harshly into her ruby-studded lobe.'"
Brilliant.
;-)
"In an instant he was squeezing her cheeks between his sinewy, muscled thighs." - OK, I have to admit this is the sentence that got me. It can be interpreted in so many different ways. 'Cheeks', for instance.
To which pair were you referring?
If, for example, it were her facial cheeks, he must be flexible to a pretzel-like propensity to whisper into her ruby-studded lobe. Unless 'lobe' is a euphemism for a more delicate portion of her anatomy.
Maybe he's in the Moscow circus - which he might have to be to land soundlessly atop the donkey cart of icons and turnips.
But if it were her 'other' cheeks - ahem - well, let's not go there. I can't even get a mental picture of that one.
And Lance 'DeWitt' - OMG. "Tiffany 'Call', girl..." OMGx2.
Priceless.
If you twist this way, then... My back hurts thinking about it. For some reason I have the uncontrollable urge to carve turnips into icons while eating chicken parts. I may be losing my mind.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Oh JK, this was perfect!
Loved your title too.
I'm not an ear nose and throat doctor,
but have spent some time around said anatomy.
So, do we need to add "false icons" to the hicken soup recipe? I believe we've already added turnips.
sigh...how are we supposed to vote????
You people are leaving me with nothing! NOTHING, YOU HEAR?????
Yes, the naughty contortions! I was blushing. JK, this is utterly fantastic. You've done the best with adverbs, and almost all of them in dialogue tags. Extra points for that!
Names, yep, you got those too. Vote? How am I going to be able to vote? Anyone want to bribe me? That might be the best way to go about this.