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sunday night dilemma:
toggling among three docs.
#1 the novel, which I am slogging through to the end but I think I’ll focus on better in the morning
“General,” an aide said, hurrying forward. She opened her eyes and transferred Amaria’s arms to the aide’s grasp.
“Help her,” she said, “I am all right,” and waited until they had turned away to put her hand to her face again.
The vivid image of Ben, aged about five, smiling shyly up at someone came into her mind. Another child was speaking, in a sweet little lisping voice, “C’mon, she’s always got snacks!” Poe’s voice; he’d had a terrible lisp when his front teeth were missing.
#2
Dameron made a low sound, almost a moan. “You better follow through,” he said.
“Please,” Hux said, “I’m a master strategist.”
Dameron laughed. “Really?” he said, giving up on his half-hearted struggling for a moment.
“Yes really,” Hux said, “top of my class,” and took advantage of Dameron’s moment of pliability to jam his thigh between Dameron’s legs, shove him up the bed, and really wedge him into position so that his arms were actually stuck between his head and the headboard of the bed. Dameron’s eyes went a little wide as he figured out that his greater strength wasn’t actually going to do him a whole lot of good in this position, especially as Hux had managed to wrap his leg around so that Dameron couldn’t plant that heel against the bed and shove up.
“Shit,” Dameron said.
and #3
“No,” Jess said, “no, I’m not saying it’s not ridiculous. I just. It had a formative effect on me, okay? I watched it at an important time.”
“Formative,” Rey said, thinking that over.
And then they got to the sex scene, which Jess had pretty much memorized at fourteen, and it wasn’t explicit or anything but featured the Princess in a tight white dress in a very deliberate homage to the one holopic of the real-life Princess, and then shortly thereafter revealed that she had nothing on whatsoever under the dress, and while it was tastefully shot it was also pretty clear what was going on. And also there were visible breasts, in motion, for a solid ten seconds, and it had been very very important to a very young Jess at one point, who hadn’t had any of her own yet but had cared very deeply.
“Oh my,” Rey said, watching a shirtless Princess shot tastefully from the back very non-explicitly moving in a kind of specific way with a very well-built Han Solo who was almost entirely out of the frame except for one very large, manly hand spanning most of the Princess’s lower back.
“I was really young okay,” Jess said, “and I had a lot of feelings.”
I just don’t know. What’s the right thing to do?
sunday night dilemma:
toggling among three docs.
#1 the novel, which I am slogging through to the end but I think I’ll focus on better in the morning
“General,” an aide said, hurrying forward. She opened her eyes and transferred Amaria’s arms to the aide’s grasp.
“Help her,” she said, “I am all right,” and waited until they had turned away to put her hand to her face again.
The vivid image of Ben, aged about five, smiling shyly up at someone came into her mind. Another child was speaking, in a sweet little lisping voice, “C’mon, she’s always got snacks!” Poe’s voice; he’d had a terrible lisp when his front teeth were missing.
#2
Dameron made a low sound, almost a moan. “You better follow through,” he said.
“Please,” Hux said, “I’m a master strategist.”
Dameron laughed. “Really?” he said, giving up on his half-hearted struggling for a moment.
“Yes really,” Hux said, “top of my class,” and took advantage of Dameron’s moment of pliability to jam his thigh between Dameron’s legs, shove him up the bed, and really wedge him into position so that his arms were actually stuck between his head and the headboard of the bed. Dameron’s eyes went a little wide as he figured out that his greater strength wasn’t actually going to do him a whole lot of good in this position, especially as Hux had managed to wrap his leg around so that Dameron couldn’t plant that heel against the bed and shove up.
“Shit,” Dameron said.
and #3
“No,” Jess said, “no, I’m not saying it’s not ridiculous. I just. It had a formative effect on me, okay? I watched it at an important time.”
“Formative,” Rey said, thinking that over.
And then they got to the sex scene, which Jess had pretty much memorized at fourteen, and it wasn’t explicit or anything but featured the Princess in a tight white dress in a very deliberate homage to the one holopic of the real-life Princess, and then shortly thereafter revealed that she had nothing on whatsoever under the dress, and while it was tastefully shot it was also pretty clear what was going on. And also there were visible breasts, in motion, for a solid ten seconds, and it had been very very important to a very young Jess at one point, who hadn’t had any of her own yet but had cared very deeply.
“Oh my,” Rey said, watching a shirtless Princess shot tastefully from the back very non-explicitly moving in a kind of specific way with a very well-built Han Solo who was almost entirely out of the frame except for one very large, manly hand spanning most of the Princess’s lower back.
“I was really young okay,” Jess said, “and I had a lot of feelings.”
I just don’t know. What’s the right thing to do?
