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12
Persistence of Memory Chapter Twelve (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta, I’ve found the one
down side of swinging fire. Long hair
is not a good idea. Singed bits and
all…*sigh* InterNutter, TC and
Maxwell Pink are lovely sparkly shiny people for archiving! J ProPhile gets cookies for influencing me to
write a PWP last week (don’t tell anyone, but I think he’s smut-deprived). Readers/Reviewers: First, merci beaucoup!
(I’m annoying and tend to say things in French and Italian for no good
reason. Roll with it.) Second, I got 200 reviews on AFFN! Happy dance! Most of them were from y’all, so you all get toffee and cookies
and chocolate milk before your afternoon naps!
And…Happy Birthday Morgan!
“What’re
you doing?”
“Love a
duck[1]!”
Kitty clutched at her heart, glaring up at Kurt from where she landed after
falling off her bed. “What’re you doing
home?”
“Apparently
giving you a heart attack…” He offered her a hand up, which she accepted after
a brief glare. “Todd skipped and I fell
to peer pressure.”
“You let
Todd get you to skip?” She shook her
head sadly. “I thought I’d raised you better…”[2]
“Sorry,
Mutti[3],”
he grumbled good-naturedly before flinging himself across her bed to lay on his
stomach, kicking his heels idly in the air.
In his best Jubilee-esque tone, he asked, “Whatcha’ doin’?”
Kitty
snickered. “Making a photo album for
the Professor. He’s got some huge gaps
in his memory and I thought that maybe this could help…” She did not add Logan’s caveat. Instead, she shoved a handful of photos at
Kurt. “Pick some for this first
section. It’s just random shots of us
around the Institute, school pictures and all that sort of thing. The second half is going to be more specific
things, like the jet, the Danger Room…important stuff.”
Kurt
frowned slightly, sitting up to shuffle through the pictures. “How bad is his memory? Is this really going to be good for him?”
Kitty
sighed. “It couldn’t hurt, I don’t
think. From all the stuff I read about
amnesia, this should be okay. But I
don’t know what kind he has…”[4]
Randomly,
Kurt selected three or four photos and handed them to Kitty, who glanced at
them, frowned, shrugged and laid them out in an order known only to her. “Where is everyone
“Scott’s in
the garage working on the station wage, Jean’s at Doctor Reyes’ office doing
some internship work, Logan’s in the Danger Room with a bunch of the new kids,
Storm’s in the green house with some…”
“I get
it…they’re all occupied, right?”
“Right. What’d you have in mind?” she asked,
obviously distracted.
“Nothing,”
he sighed, hanging her another photo that she added to the ones laying on the
bed. “How’s your ear, Liebes?”
“Beast
stuck some weird paper thing on the eardrum part which felt kinda funky, but
now it’s just sore…” She sighed and
rolled her neck to pop it. “Fuzzy, I’m
thinking of staying here for school.
Full time.”
“Was?” Kurt sat up straight. “Why?”
“I just…”
She motioned vaguely, not sure how to form her thoughts into words.
“Is it
because of this whole supposed conspiracy against the Professor?” he asked
suspiciously.
“No…not
really…It’s just…” She closed her eyes
and gathered her thoughts for a moment.
“I feel like I could learn more here.
I could really get ahead, maybe graduate with you instead of a year
after you…get to college early, help out around here more. There’s so many new kids and they’re so
short of help…”
“Katzchen,
you can’t teach or anything…you’re not even eighteen yet!”
“But I will
be next year! I could get some college
work under my belt and…”
“Katzchen,”
he said, laying his fingers over her lips to silence her. “You’re getting agitated. Don’t shake your head at me, yes you
are… Did you see Todd today?”
“Nmph.”
He smiled
sheepishly and took his fingers off her mouth. “Is that a no?”
“That’s a
no.”
He sighed and rapidly told Kitty
about his morning: Amanda, missing the test, Principal Darkholme, and the new
schedules. “I think all of us are
getting new ones…don’t be surprised if your first class tomorrow is changed!”
Kitty
frowned. “That’s…weird. Don’t get me wrong—I think you’re brilliant
when you want to be, but A.P. Chemistry?
I’m a huge science geek but that class is almost too hard for me!”
Kurt
narrowed his eyes briefly, thinking.
“You’re in all A.P. classes, ja?”
“Well, the
ones I’m still taking there. I’m technically
on work-study so I get half the day off to come back here…”
“And
Jubilee is, too…”
“She’s on
the maths track for A.P. but I’m on all advanced…” She caught his expression.
“Why? What’ve you got?”
“If I ask nic nicely and bat my eyelashes and promise you foot rubs for the next month,
would you commit a tiny little crime for me?”
“How tiny?”
“Eensy,” he
said, holding his fingers barely a centimeter apart.
“How
eensy? In terms of how much jail time
I’d get…”
Kurt
shrugged. “None, if we’re lucky.”
“What is
it?”
“Get into
the school computers and see what all of our schedules are.”
“We “We could
just wait until everyone gets home and ask.”
“That’d make too much sense,”
he pointed out. “Besides, I want you to
check on this Principal Darkholme… Something about her isn’t…right.”
Kitty
sighed. “The things I do for love.”
“You know I
wouldn’t ask if there was anyone else who was as good at this computer stuff as
you are!”
Kitty
blushed slightly, unable to help feeling proud of what she thought of as her
one marketable skill. “Okay. I’ll do it.
But what do we do with what we find?”
“We worry
about that when we find it…”
“It’s
probably just an error in the system, spitting out sch schedules…” Even she did not believe it as she said
it. “Okay. Let me put this together and we can use the computer
downstairs. It’s more secure than
mine.”
Kurt
nodded. After a second’s hesitation, he
leaned forward and embraced her tightly, making her drop her handful of
photographs. “Promise me you’ll give school
another few weeks before deciding to stay here?”
“Okay,” she
said, slightly startled. “I promise.”
“And I
promise,” he said, practically purring, nibbling the shell of her ear just
enough to raise gooseflesh on her arms, “that I’ll make all this law breaking
worth your while later…”
“Oh,
really?” She giggled, his tongue
tickling the soft spot behind her ear.
“How’s that?”
“Wouldn’t
you rather wait and see?”
“Mmmm…”
He pulled
away and motioned towards the photo album.
“Get that done and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
Kitty
nodded, waiting until he disappeared to fall back onto the bed. “Wuff[5].”
Remy
drummed his fingers against the steering wheel in boredom. It was barely seven o’clock but teenagers had
been streaming from the gym for ten minutes, some still wearing their practice
uniforms, some back in street clothes, but all sweaty and chatty. Jubilee was not among them. “Merde[6],”
he said to no one in particular. He
waited another ten minutes, staring at the gray double doors leading to the
gym, now still that students had stopped going through them. “Jubilation, if you done gone off an’ left
me here…” He slid from the car, restraining himself from slamming the door in
the emptying parking lot. He stalked to
the doors only to be nearly smacked in the face when a blonde, cherubic-looking
girl came bursting out.
“OhmyGod,I’msosorrybutI’mlate!”
“Breathe,”
he said kindly, grabbing her by the shoulders when she would dart around
him. “I’m lookin’ for Jubilation Lee.”
“Jubilation..oh! Jubilee!
She’s in the showers.” The
blonde pointed vaguely in the direction of the far end of the gym and wriggled
free of his grasp, running full tilt towards a green pick up truck in the
parking lot.
“Ah,” Remy
breathed, smiling. “Showers…dat ain’t a
bad idée.”
Jubilee was
so tired she could barely keep her eyes open.
The hot water was making her muscles lax and the steam was making her
eyelids heavy as she leaned against the cold tile wall of the showers. I probably don’t even want to know what
kind of crud I’m rubbing my face on…[7] She made a mental note to wash her face
extra carefully before she went to bed that night and turned to face the stream
of water, twitching as the needle-like spray hit her breasts and belly.
“You all
alone in here, chere?”
“Holy
fucking cow!” Jubilee was wide awake
all of a sudden, shooting a brief spray of paffs without meaning to, in
unneeded self defense. “Don’t scare me
like that!”
“How should
I scare ya den?” he asked, grinning down at her. He pushed the institutional-grade curtain to one side and
Jubilee’s jaw dropped.
“You’re
naked!”
“Makes it
easier to do dis…” He crowded against her, pulling the curtain to behind
him.
“Remy!”
“Shhh! We ain’t quite alone…dere a janitor
somewhere ‘round here…”
“And
coaches and…”
“I lock de
door,” he offered, running his hands down her sides.
“You are an
evil, evil, evil man, you know that?” she whispered, her eyes drifting
closed as he passed his thumbs over her nipples.
“Mais tu
m’aimes[8].” Without warnine lie lifted her and kissed
her, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he leaned her against
the wall.
She moaned
softly in her throat, surprised and quickly aroused by that surprise. She tangled her fingers in his now-wet hair,
deepening the kiss until they had to break for air. “We have to be fast…”
“Dat ain’
somethin’ I usually aspire to, mais d’accord,” he murmured against her
neck. She made an impatient, nes
ns
noise and he chuckled. “We a gon gonna
get caught, cherie.”
“Remy,” she
all but whined.
“D’accord,
d’accord…” He could feel her moving
impatiently, carefully, against him, her fingers tightening around his neck as
she bit her lip. A minor adjustment and
he could feel her center against him, parted for him and ready. Jubilee hissed slightly as he pushed against
her, slipping between slick folds, wet flesh sliding against each other with a
hasty rhythm.
Jubilee
gasped at the feel of the cold tile against her back and Remy’s hot skin
against her front. She felt precarious
in body and spirit, as if she were going to fall even though she knew Remy
would not drop her. He filled her
entirely and she wanted to cry out with the sensations coursing through her,
the feeling of completeness and heated blood pounding through her limbs, her
heart, her very center. She could feel
herself growing even more wet around himhe mhe moved within her, pressing
against the tiny nub of flesh that drove her need for him. Jubilee pressed her face against his chest
and muffled her gasps as he ground against her, murmuring his own endearments
and entreaties, his own need for her nearly painful. She could feel her own end pounding through her veins to a sharp,
melting completion; she could barely keep herself from slumping in his arms as
he still moved within her, her sensitized flesh sending shooting, shining
messages to her muzzy brain. She felt
the hot, flooding warmth of his release and sighed, shivering as the water
turned cooler and he regretfully let her slide to her feet. “Evil,” she said thickly.
Remy couldn’t
help but smile as he watched Jubilee get dressed. Kinda like a reverse striptease…
“What’re
you grinning about?”
“What do
you think?”
“Humph.” She sed, ed, though, as she retied her
boots. “What time is it?”
“Pres’que
huit heures…”[9]
“Shit!” She looked frantic.’m l’m late for study group!”
“Quoi?” Remy knew he was frowning but could not help himself. “I thought we was gonna have time together…”
Jubilee winced. “I’d forgotten I promised some of the girls
from the team we could study for the bio mid term together…”
Remy felt incredibly petty at that
moment. “Fine. I’m comin’ wid you.”
“Huh?”
“You promie wee we be spendin’ time
together tonight an’ dats what we gonna do…”
“Remy!”
“I’m goin’ ta de car.”
Jubilee had never felt more like
crying in her life.
A/N Next chapter, Scott/Jean, Todd/Rogue, and maybe some
Professor bits…
[1] Random
expression to ussteastead of swearing.
*shrug *
[2] One of those
things mothers/grandmothers/whoever say when you do something foolish. I don’t know why I’m footnoting that other
than someone told me I don’t put nearly as many footnotes in anymore. ;)
[3] Like
Mamma. Kind of.
[4] The first
footnote I put here was superlong, so I decided just to give this link and
spare you the science lesson… http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/medical_notes/167771.stm
[5] If you’ve ever
seen any Mel Brooks movies with Madeline Kahn in the them, that’s the noise she
makes whenever she experiences something vaguely sexual. Particularly in Young Frankenstein
and Blazing Saddles. And for Foxy, now that I’ve mentioned Young
Frankenstein… “Werewolf!”
“There…wolf!”
[6] One
more time…Merde means shit. Slip it into a conversation and amaze your
friends with your polyglot skills.
[7] Public
showers somesome of the nastiest places on earth. I did a bio experiment in college where we did bacterial cultures
of various places on campus and you don’t even want to know what we
found in the gym and dorm communal showers.
[8] Cajun
construction for “But you love me.”
[9] Almost eight
o’clock…
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta, I’ve found the one
down side of swinging fire. Long hair
is not a good idea. Singed bits and
all…*sigh* InterNutter, TC and
Maxwell Pink are lovely sparkly shiny people for archiving! J ProPhile gets cookies for influencing me to
write a PWP last week (don’t tell anyone, but I think he’s smut-deprived). Readers/Reviewers: First, merci beaucoup!
(I’m annoying and tend to say things in French and Italian for no good
reason. Roll with it.) Second, I got 200 reviews on AFFN! Happy dance! Most of them were from y’all, so you all get toffee and cookies
and chocolate milk before your afternoon naps!
And…Happy Birthday Morgan!
“What’re
you doing?”
“Love a
duck[1]!”
Kitty clutched at her heart, glaring up at Kurt from where she landed after
falling off her bed. “What’re you doing
home?”
“Apparently
giving you a heart attack…” He offered her a hand up, which she accepted after
a brief glare. “Todd skipped and I fell
to peer pressure.”
“You let
Todd get you to skip?” She shook her
head sadly. “I thought I’d raised you better…”[2]
“Sorry,
Mutti[3],”
he grumbled good-naturedly before flinging himself across her bed to lay on his
stomach, kicking his heels idly in the air.
In his best Jubilee-esque tone, he asked, “Whatcha’ doin’?”
Kitty
snickered. “Making a photo album for
the Professor. He’s got some huge gaps
in his memory and I thought that maybe this could help…” She did not add Logan’s caveat. Instead, she shoved a handful of photos at
Kurt. “Pick some for this first
section. It’s just random shots of us
around the Institute, school pictures and all that sort of thing. The second half is going to be more specific
things, like the jet, the Danger Room…important stuff.”
Kurt
frowned slightly, sitting up to shuffle through the pictures. “How bad is his memory? Is this really going to be good for him?”
Kitty
sighed. “It couldn’t hurt, I don’t
think. From all the stuff I read about
amnesia, this should be okay. But I
don’t know what kind he has…”[4]
Randomly,
Kurt selected three or four photos and handed them to Kitty, who glanced at
them, frowned, shrugged and laid them out in an order known only to her. “Where is everyone
“Scott’s in
the garage working on the station wage, Jean’s at Doctor Reyes’ office doing
some internship work, Logan’s in the Danger Room with a bunch of the new kids,
Storm’s in the green house with some…”
“I get
it…they’re all occupied, right?”
“Right. What’d you have in mind?” she asked,
obviously distracted.
“Nothing,”
he sighed, hanging her another photo that she added to the ones laying on the
bed. “How’s your ear, Liebes?”
“Beast
stuck some weird paper thing on the eardrum part which felt kinda funky, but
now it’s just sore…” She sighed and
rolled her neck to pop it. “Fuzzy, I’m
thinking of staying here for school.
Full time.”
“Was?” Kurt sat up straight. “Why?”
“I just…”
She motioned vaguely, not sure how to form her thoughts into words.
“Is it
because of this whole supposed conspiracy against the Professor?” he asked
suspiciously.
“No…not
really…It’s just…” She closed her eyes
and gathered her thoughts for a moment.
“I feel like I could learn more here.
I could really get ahead, maybe graduate with you instead of a year
after you…get to college early, help out around here more. There’s so many new kids and they’re so
short of help…”
“Katzchen,
you can’t teach or anything…you’re not even eighteen yet!”
“But I will
be next year! I could get some college
work under my belt and…”
“Katzchen,”
he said, laying his fingers over her lips to silence her. “You’re getting agitated. Don’t shake your head at me, yes you
are… Did you see Todd today?”
“Nmph.”
He smiled
sheepishly and took his fingers off her mouth. “Is that a no?”
“That’s a
no.”
He sighed and rapidly told Kitty
about his morning: Amanda, missing the test, Principal Darkholme, and the new
schedules. “I think all of us are
getting new ones…don’t be surprised if your first class tomorrow is changed!”
Kitty
frowned. “That’s…weird. Don’t get me wrong—I think you’re brilliant
when you want to be, but A.P. Chemistry?
I’m a huge science geek but that class is almost too hard for me!”
Kurt
narrowed his eyes briefly, thinking.
“You’re in all A.P. classes, ja?”
“Well, the
ones I’m still taking there. I’m technically
on work-study so I get half the day off to come back here…”
“And
Jubilee is, too…”
“She’s on
the maths track for A.P. but I’m on all advanced…” She caught his expression.
“Why? What’ve you got?”
“If I ask nic nicely and bat my eyelashes and promise you foot rubs for the next month,
would you commit a tiny little crime for me?”
“How tiny?”
“Eensy,” he
said, holding his fingers barely a centimeter apart.
“How
eensy? In terms of how much jail time
I’d get…”
Kurt
shrugged. “None, if we’re lucky.”
“What is
it?”
“Get into
the school computers and see what all of our schedules are.”
“We “We could
just wait until everyone gets home and ask.”
“That’d make too much sense,”
he pointed out. “Besides, I want you to
check on this Principal Darkholme… Something about her isn’t…right.”
Kitty
sighed. “The things I do for love.”
“You know I
wouldn’t ask if there was anyone else who was as good at this computer stuff as
you are!”
Kitty
blushed slightly, unable to help feeling proud of what she thought of as her
one marketable skill. “Okay. I’ll do it.
But what do we do with what we find?”
“We worry
about that when we find it…”
“It’s
probably just an error in the system, spitting out sch schedules…” Even she did not believe it as she said
it. “Okay. Let me put this together and we can use the computer
downstairs. It’s more secure than
mine.”
Kurt
nodded. After a second’s hesitation, he
leaned forward and embraced her tightly, making her drop her handful of
photographs. “Promise me you’ll give school
another few weeks before deciding to stay here?”
“Okay,” she
said, slightly startled. “I promise.”
“And I
promise,” he said, practically purring, nibbling the shell of her ear just
enough to raise gooseflesh on her arms, “that I’ll make all this law breaking
worth your while later…”
“Oh,
really?” She giggled, his tongue
tickling the soft spot behind her ear.
“How’s that?”
“Wouldn’t
you rather wait and see?”
“Mmmm…”
He pulled
away and motioned towards the photo album.
“Get that done and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
Kitty
nodded, waiting until he disappeared to fall back onto the bed. “Wuff[5].”
Remy
drummed his fingers against the steering wheel in boredom. It was barely seven o’clock but teenagers had
been streaming from the gym for ten minutes, some still wearing their practice
uniforms, some back in street clothes, but all sweaty and chatty. Jubilee was not among them. “Merde[6],”
he said to no one in particular. He
waited another ten minutes, staring at the gray double doors leading to the
gym, now still that students had stopped going through them. “Jubilation, if you done gone off an’ left
me here…” He slid from the car, restraining himself from slamming the door in
the emptying parking lot. He stalked to
the doors only to be nearly smacked in the face when a blonde, cherubic-looking
girl came bursting out.
“OhmyGod,I’msosorrybutI’mlate!”
“Breathe,”
he said kindly, grabbing her by the shoulders when she would dart around
him. “I’m lookin’ for Jubilation Lee.”
“Jubilation..oh! Jubilee!
She’s in the showers.” The
blonde pointed vaguely in the direction of the far end of the gym and wriggled
free of his grasp, running full tilt towards a green pick up truck in the
parking lot.
“Ah,” Remy
breathed, smiling. “Showers…dat ain’t a
bad idée.”
Jubilee was
so tired she could barely keep her eyes open.
The hot water was making her muscles lax and the steam was making her
eyelids heavy as she leaned against the cold tile wall of the showers. I probably don’t even want to know what
kind of crud I’m rubbing my face on…[7] She made a mental note to wash her face
extra carefully before she went to bed that night and turned to face the stream
of water, twitching as the needle-like spray hit her breasts and belly.
“You all
alone in here, chere?”
“Holy
fucking cow!” Jubilee was wide awake
all of a sudden, shooting a brief spray of paffs without meaning to, in
unneeded self defense. “Don’t scare me
like that!”
“How should
I scare ya den?” he asked, grinning down at her. He pushed the institutional-grade curtain to one side and
Jubilee’s jaw dropped.
“You’re
naked!”
“Makes it
easier to do dis…” He crowded against her, pulling the curtain to behind
him.
“Remy!”
“Shhh! We ain’t quite alone…dere a janitor
somewhere ‘round here…”
“And
coaches and…”
“I lock de
door,” he offered, running his hands down her sides.
“You are an
evil, evil, evil man, you know that?” she whispered, her eyes drifting
closed as he passed his thumbs over her nipples.
“Mais tu
m’aimes[8].” Without warnine lie lifted her and kissed
her, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he leaned her against
the wall.
She moaned
softly in her throat, surprised and quickly aroused by that surprise. She tangled her fingers in his now-wet hair,
deepening the kiss until they had to break for air. “We have to be fast…”
“Dat ain’
somethin’ I usually aspire to, mais d’accord,” he murmured against her
neck. She made an impatient, nes
ns
noise and he chuckled. “We a gon gonna
get caught, cherie.”
“Remy,” she
all but whined.
“D’accord,
d’accord…” He could feel her moving
impatiently, carefully, against him, her fingers tightening around his neck as
she bit her lip. A minor adjustment and
he could feel her center against him, parted for him and ready. Jubilee hissed slightly as he pushed against
her, slipping between slick folds, wet flesh sliding against each other with a
hasty rhythm.
Jubilee
gasped at the feel of the cold tile against her back and Remy’s hot skin
against her front. She felt precarious
in body and spirit, as if she were going to fall even though she knew Remy
would not drop her. He filled her
entirely and she wanted to cry out with the sensations coursing through her,
the feeling of completeness and heated blood pounding through her limbs, her
heart, her very center. She could feel
herself growing even more wet around himhe mhe moved within her, pressing
against the tiny nub of flesh that drove her need for him. Jubilee pressed her face against his chest
and muffled her gasps as he ground against her, murmuring his own endearments
and entreaties, his own need for her nearly painful. She could feel her own end pounding through her veins to a sharp,
melting completion; she could barely keep herself from slumping in his arms as
he still moved within her, her sensitized flesh sending shooting, shining
messages to her muzzy brain. She felt
the hot, flooding warmth of his release and sighed, shivering as the water
turned cooler and he regretfully let her slide to her feet. “Evil,” she said thickly.
Remy couldn’t
help but smile as he watched Jubilee get dressed. Kinda like a reverse striptease…
“What’re
you grinning about?”
“What do
you think?”
“Humph.” She sed, ed, though, as she retied her
boots. “What time is it?”
“Pres’que
huit heures…”[9]
“Shit!” She looked frantic.’m l’m late for study group!”
“Quoi?” Remy knew he was frowning but could not help himself. “I thought we was gonna have time together…”
Jubilee winced. “I’d forgotten I promised some of the girls
from the team we could study for the bio mid term together…”
Remy felt incredibly petty at that
moment. “Fine. I’m comin’ wid you.”
“Huh?”
“You promie wee we be spendin’ time
together tonight an’ dats what we gonna do…”
“Remy!”
“I’m goin’ ta de car.”
Jubilee had never felt more like
crying in her life.
A/N Next chapter, Scott/Jean, Todd/Rogue, and maybe some
Professor bits…
[1] Random
expression to ussteastead of swearing.
*shrug *
[2] One of those
things mothers/grandmothers/whoever say when you do something foolish. I don’t know why I’m footnoting that other
than someone told me I don’t put nearly as many footnotes in anymore. ;)
[3] Like
Mamma. Kind of.
[4] The first
footnote I put here was superlong, so I decided just to give this link and
spare you the science lesson… http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/medical_notes/167771.stm
[5] If you’ve ever
seen any Mel Brooks movies with Madeline Kahn in the them, that’s the noise she
makes whenever she experiences something vaguely sexual. Particularly in Young Frankenstein
and Blazing Saddles. And for Foxy, now that I’ve mentioned Young
Frankenstein… “Werewolf!”
“There…wolf!”
[6] One
more time…Merde means shit. Slip it into a conversation and amaze your
friends with your polyglot skills.
[7] Public
showers somesome of the nastiest places on earth. I did a bio experiment in college where we did bacterial cultures
of various places on campus and you don’t even want to know what we
found in the gym and dorm communal showers.
[8] Cajun
construction for “But you love me.”
[9] Almost eight
o’clock…