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Hey honey. Hey. Want something to eat?

Yeah, sure. Hey,

was that a moving truck earlier?

Yes,

it sure was. We have a new tenant in

the cottage. You're kidding.

Another creep?

Emma. I

doubt he's a creep. He's pretty much

one of those stay-to-himself kind of

guys. That's the worst type,

Mom. Emma. He's not a creep. As a

matter of fact,

you probably know who he is.

His name is

Kenneth Lexington?

The Kenneth Lexington?

See,

I told you you knew who he was. Of

course I know who he is. I adore him.

He writes the best books.

But his books

sell. You'd think

he'd have...

Not that much,

ma'am. You'd think he'd have,

like, a great house or some shit. Yeah,

yeah. He has a house

back east,

actually,

but the book he's writing now takes

place in the west coast,

so he wanted to immerse himself. But

don

't you think he'd stay at a hotel if he

wanted to immerse himself?

Emma. The emphasis

was on privacy. Besides,

if he stayed at a hotel,

he'd be bothered by all of the guests.

That means

hands off. Hey,

hey. Don't worry. Mm-hmm. I've heard

that before. So can I scrape

the mail off or,

you

know, it's fine. I'm your,

um, sort of

next-door neighbor. Um,

my mom rented out this cottage to you.

I was just making sure you were getting

settled in okay. Oh,

yeah, yeah,

yeah. Everything's,

um,

everything's good. Thank you. Thanks

for asking. Wait,

wait. I'm a huge fan. Um,

I just wanted

to know if I could come in and say hey,

you know?

Uh, now's

not really

a good time. Oh.

Uh, well,

will you sign this for me?

Yeah, sure.

Uh, do you have a pen?

Uh, no, sorry,

I don't. All right. I'll just go inside

and see if I can find one. My name is

Emma?

Mm-

hmm. I was so surprised when I found out

that you were the one

who was renting this place

out. Trying to escape the bustle of the

big city,

huh?

Yeah, well,

I was

actually hoping on getting some privacy

while I was here. Yeah?

I'm a writer,

too,

so I know exactly what distractions are

like. Yeah?

Yeah. Um,

I wrote a poem I actually wanted to

read to you. Well,

it's funny you mention that,

because I'm actually -- It's called

Twilight by Emma Wrightly. Okay,

then. In the twilight of last night,

eyes shut with passionate invite. Why

do I have

such fright?

Was it the

loss of light?

Possibilities of the night?

How you take away my sight?

Why do I have such fright?

Was it the loss of light?

Possibilities of the

night?

How you take

away

my sight?

Fly me like

a little boy's kite. Wow.

Emma. You like

it?

It was so,

um, terrible. What?

Yeah,

let me ask you,

how old were you when you wrote?

Because I know third

graders that write better poetry than

that. Are you serious?

Oh, I'm deadly serious. In fact,

um,

I can't even believe you wasted two

minutes of my time with that drivel.

Now I'm closer to my grave and it's two

minutes and I'm never gonna get back.

Ever. Again. So,

thank you for doing that. I

appreciate it. Well,

thank you

so much for

your time,

Mr. Lexington. Something

I said?

What?

It was teenagers. They write

stuff that's better suited for pop

songs. "Fly me like a kite." Okay.

I know you're waiting

for me to ask you. What are you writing?

Oh, you

're talking to me?

Yes,

I'm talking to you. Hmm. Did you,

uh, run out of third graders to insult?

Listen, I'm really sorry about that.

I'm just under a lot of pressure from

my publisher. And shouldn't you be

writing?

You

are exactly right. I should be writing.

But, um, I can't. Why not?

Well, I've been working on this

novel for a while and then today I

realized I'm just rehashing this

sandwich shit. It's terrible. You?

You?

You?

I'm

just rehashing this sandwich shit. It's

terrible. What?

You?

No way.

Oh?

Oh

yeah. Happens to every

writer. You see,

every writer has a process and usually

those writers'

processes work for them. My process

doesn't.

Okay. So,

what?

I'm just

going to do this. I'm just

going to do this. I'm just going to do

this. I'm just

going to do this. I'm just going to do

this.

I'm just going to do this. I'm just

going to do this. I'm just going to do

this. I'm just going to do this. I'm

just going to do this. I'm just going

to do this. I'm just going to do this.

Okay. So... So

I came out here?

I came out here to get away from

everything. No distractions. And I

'm one of your

distractions?

I think

what it is is I've actually just been

thinking too

much about it.

If I actually

just let my mind go and wander and

focus

on something entirely different,

maybe that'll loosen

something up. So I was

thinking maybe I should take a look at

your writing. And if you want I can

give you some pointers.

Really?

Yeah. Have

you written anything longer?

Some short stories maybe?

Yeah,

I'm working on a short story right now,

but it's not

finished yet. Let me ask you something,

Emma. Is this thing that

you're writing,

is this something you

're passionate about?

Do you feel that it's important to you?

Yeah, I do. Yeah,

I do.

Alright, well,

you can swing by anytime you want.

Thank you,

Mr. Lexington. Okay,

so let's

hear this story.

I've never written anything like it

before.

Well, that's great. I mean,

listen,

you know,

your job as a writer

is to expand your skill set and really

test yourself. I thought about what

you said about writing something that

I'm really passionate about and that I

know. I know. And writing just became

so much easier to me. Well,

that's good. That's great to hear. I'll

tell you what,

why don't you read me your story and I

will just be

quiet as a church mouse and listen.

Okay.

Johnny is a year

younger than I,

but we're in

the same math class. I'm not good with

numbers, but he is.

Always gets the best grades on tests.

You wouldn't know it by the way he

dresses. His hair is all spiked and he

has a piercing in his nose. He wears a

gold earring on his left ear.

He even has a tattoo on his left

forearm. It's a black spade ringed with

red roses. It's quite beautiful. I've

never been

close enough,

but I think there's a portrait of a

girl in the middle of the spade. He's

quiet and usually nice.

He never talks to me,

but I wish he would.

I'm too intimidated to approach him,

of course.

I don't know. I fear he might have a

wicked side. Actually,

I hope he has a wicked side.

I don't know why,

but I've always been turned on by bad

boys. I think he likes me. I remember

once I caught him staring at me. He

turned away as soon as I looked at him.

He always wore tight black jeans. You

know,

the ones with the studs going down the

side.

Badass rocker pants. Anyway,I

could see a big bulge in his pants. I

mean, enormous.

Unless he stuffed

them. It had to be a huge erection. And

he was staring

at me.

I could only hope he was thinking about

me. I hope he turned away from

embarrassment.

Later that

night,

I couldn't stop thinking about that

huge, enormous erection. And

as I lay in bed,

so excited,

I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking and

thinking about it. His huge erection

and his doubtless huge penis. I touched

myself. It was so much more sensitive

than usual. It seemed I could feel my

whole body with one touch. I was no

longer

physical. I was pure electricity. Pure

energy. And as my hand

rolled over my cunt,

touching my clit,

I imagined

Johnny on top of me,

kissing me,

and I could feel his cock against my

cunt. Just like how the

palm of my hand feels swaying back and

forth over my cunt. C

unt. Cunt. I love saying the word cunt.

It's so dirty. So bad. So wrong. I

imagined. I put

my hand

around his cock so hard with excitement.

Excitement

for me. For my body. I don't know if he

thought I was pretty or beautiful,

but the cock never lies. He was big and

swollen and hard. I guided it in. Oh,

the electricity around us eru

pted and we melted into one electric

body. And my cunt. My cunt. Not what

I expected.

There's

more. Yeah,

I know. Listen,

Emma,

I think it's fantastic that you're so

honest and genuine and authentic and

forthcoming with your

sexuality,

but aren't you,

uh...

I'm 19 for Christ's sake. Oh.

Well,

and you've had... Sex?

Fuck yeah. It's just the guys at school

are such lame fucks,

you know?

They go in and one,

two, three,

pop. Three second lenders. Tell me you

didn't get excited. At

least a little bit. Um... Excited. The

cock never

lies, you know?

Yeah,

take your face.

Oh my god. Oh

my god. Oh my god. Oh

my god.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

Oh my

god. Oh my

god. You're just

gonna tease him?

Yeah.

Oh my

god. Oh my god.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god. You're just gonna tease him?

Yeah. Oh my god. Oh

my god. Oh my

god. Oh my god. Oh my

god. Oh my

god. Oh my god.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Teeth at

you. Oh my god.

Oh my

god. Oh my

god. Oh my

god. Oh my god.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Teeth at you.

Cuss.

Oh yeah.

Oh god. Oh god.

Oh god.