only emotional neanderthals read that slop.
as soon as the words to shari were out of kari’s mouth, she wanted to take them back.
not because she might have hurt shari’s feelings, but because she might have revealed her own thoughts, at all, however ambiguous, to another person.
kari wade lived in apartment 4-c, on the fourth floor of a ten story apartment building in a medium sized city of the planet earth of the modern world.
shari blaine lived in apartment 4-b, larry payne in 4-a, and harry slade in 4-d.
to shari and kari, larry and harry were typical male losers and creeps.
shari loved romance novels and dreamed of getting hired to write them herself.
kari had not actually read a romance novel for years, nor did she have any inclination to write one.
her great secret was that she dreamed them.
she dreamed them sleeping and she dreamed them awake.
she dreamed them in her lonely room, she dreamed them at her job as as a second class social coordination technician at the r-99 corporation, and she dreamed them on her way back and forth to the offices of the r-99 corporation.
the dreamed ones had different names, but were all the same.
they were kyle, or jason, or carlos, or rodrigo, or prince khan, or prince mobo.
they were always a prince.
they would inherit their father’s kingdoms and empires.
but first they suffered.
their suffering blazed forth smolderingly from their dark eyes.
they had suffered in battle, but also at the hands of treacherous women, human and otherwise.
and their agony could only be quenched in the arms of a real woman.
a woman like -
excuse me, young lady, i think you dropped this.
what? oh thank you, thank you so much.
kari smiled at the woman who had picked up her paper bag with the strawberry croissant in it.
another narrow escape. at least i did not walk into a door, she thought.
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