I Read Trav McGee! Part 4
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seriousficOkay, so Darker Than Amber starts off with Trav McGee giving a female friend and old flame of his a place to stay while she recovers from an abusive relationship. Well, that's kind of him. Maybe I misjudged the big lug. That really is a selfless, caring thing to
Charlie had so thoroughly insulted her womanhood she was far too nervous and anxious to be reached. She was certain she had become frigid.
Because what's the point of a woman if you can't stick your dick in her, amirite guys?
I attempted another of Dr. McGee's famous nostrums. I roused her early, and I gave her a full day of swimming, fishing, beachcombing, skindiving, and maintenance and housekeeping chores about the Flush. I gave her a day that would have reminded any marine of boot camp. That night, with the waxing moon at the half, and a good breeze keeping the mosquitos away from the sun deck, she was too sodden with exhaustion to think of being nervous or anxious or apprehensive when I moved over onto her sun mattress and gently shucked her out of her shorts. She made small purring sounds, half contentment and half sleepy objection. When the sudden awareness that it was working for her brought her wide awake she was too far along to choke herself off with all those anxieties Charlie had built, and when it was done she was happy enough and confident enough to keep chuckling now and again until her breath deepened into sleep.
It's called date rape, Trav. It's wrong. In the past, I've railed against comics and other stories which have included rape as a plot device just to have a moral of "rape is wrong," because duh. But apparently, we need those stupid, stupid stories. Thank you, Trav. You are the target audience of Black Cat: The Evil That Men Do.
Seriously, these books. Every villain is a rapist and every girl (always suffering a psychological problem) just needs a good dicking to set her straight, for her own good of course. Did Terry Goodkind read these as a child? Fuck. And this is the first five pages! That's how long it took me to be completely disgusted with the hero. But at least he can't get any worse, right?
Charlie had so thoroughly insulted her womanhood she was far too nervous and anxious to be reached. She was certain she had become frigid.
Because what's the point of a woman if you can't stick your dick in her, amirite guys?
I attempted another of Dr. McGee's famous nostrums. I roused her early, and I gave her a full day of swimming, fishing, beachcombing, skindiving, and maintenance and housekeeping chores about the Flush. I gave her a day that would have reminded any marine of boot camp. That night, with the waxing moon at the half, and a good breeze keeping the mosquitos away from the sun deck, she was too sodden with exhaustion to think of being nervous or anxious or apprehensive when I moved over onto her sun mattress and gently shucked her out of her shorts. She made small purring sounds, half contentment and half sleepy objection. When the sudden awareness that it was working for her brought her wide awake she was too far along to choke herself off with all those anxieties Charlie had built, and when it was done she was happy enough and confident enough to keep chuckling now and again until her breath deepened into sleep.
It's called date rape, Trav. It's wrong. In the past, I've railed against comics and other stories which have included rape as a plot device just to have a moral of "rape is wrong," because duh. But apparently, we need those stupid, stupid stories. Thank you, Trav. You are the target audience of Black Cat: The Evil That Men Do.
Seriously, these books. Every villain is a rapist and every girl (always suffering a psychological problem) just needs a good dicking to set her straight, for her own good of course. Did Terry Goodkind read these as a child? Fuck. And this is the first five pages! That's how long it took me to be completely disgusted with the hero. But at least he can't get any worse, right?
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Date: 2010-09-26 10:44 pm (UTC)"So she'll TOTALLY have to give it up, right?"
> she was too sodden with exhaustion to think of being nervous or anxious or apprehensive when I moved over onto her sun mattress and gently shucked her out of her shorts.
...So I was half-right.
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