Purple Prosaic :: Two-Thirds


Cover © Alessia Brio	TWO-THIRDS PP-044, PURPLE PROSAIC, OCTOBER 2009 Love on the rocks. Valentine's Day isn't always the romantic holiday it's intended to be. [EROTICA, CONTEMPORARY]		BUY DIRECT USING GOOGLE CHECKOUT* OR PAYPAL* PAYPAL ORDERS ARE FULFILLED AUTOMATICALLY GOOGLE CHECKOUT ORDERS ARE FILLED MANUALLY DELIVERY MAY REQUIRE UP TO 48 HRS
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	In the room, they each slipped out of their street clothes and into something more comfy. Kess grabbed the laptop for a quick email check, passing it to Jack a few minutes later so he could do the same. She poured herself a glass of wine and settled onto the bed to watch television while Jack checked his messages. Two-thirds of an hour and two-thirds of a bottle later, Jack was still on the computer, and Kess was more than two-thirds drunk. She stood on shaky legs, stripped off her clothes, and slid under the covers without a word. The movement distracted him from whatever was holding his interest online. There was a rustle as he placed the laptop on the nightstand, then his hands slid over her bare body. Too late, Kess thought. Even her thoughts were slurred. Two-thirds too little and two-thirds too late. "How sleepy are you, baby?" His voice dripped with a plaintive guilt, the kind that grated on Kess' last nerve. If he'd just fucking pay attention, such tacit apologies would be completely unnecessary. "Not sleepy. Drunk." "How drunk?" He seemed surprised, as if he’d no clue how that could’ve happened, and annoyed, as if she’d robbed him of some entitlement. "Bed spins drunk." Kess’ anger fueled the slight exaggeration. And that was that.