I stabbed the pencil into the robot’s eye and rolled over. The pleasure-bot had done its job, but I didn’t want it watching me sleep.

Chocolate-covered strawberries. Soft music. Silk sheets. Darrin eased into the bed, hoping to get lucky on his third date with himself.

Kim moved perfectly in time with the metronome. Nick counted out the beats, helping her transform from music student to rhythmic lover.

Richard’s park bench sat empty since his ascension. They wondered where he went, but no one was brave enough to sit there and find out.

“Margaret, what would you say if
I spanked you?” “I don’t know, sir.”
“Would you like it?” “Should I, sir?”
“Yes.” “Then I shall, sir.”

Knight fought Dragon to win Princess’s love. A mighty battle. The taste of victory! Princess lived happily ever after with Dragon.

Lovemaking with the mime was awkward. From what I could tell, she wanted me to pleasure her by riding a bicycle or hiding behind a wall.

“Spatula,” said Rene. “Yes,” said Ken. “Spatula, spatula, spatula,” she said sexily. “Yes.” “Toaster!” “Wait. Lost it. Go back to spatula.”

Chapter 5:

Work

Henry’s first action as CEO was to move all firings to Mondays. He enjoyed them. Why delay the pleasure?

Stan dragged himself to the meeting, sick from food poisoning. When asked his opinion of the merger, he threw up on the proposal.

The cougar paced the conference room, a reminder that business was an unpredictable animal that could eat you at any time.

Phil looked out at John, gasping for air on the moon’s surface. He turned away. Now, he would be captain, the position he deserved.

Black car in front of the house. They found me. They’ll try to take me back. I’ll fight. The door opens. “Time to go, Mr. President.”

“You want to hold hands?” said Bill. “Umm…OK,” said Ken. They both needed a little comfort. It had been a tough staff meeting.

The arrow flew across the room and pierced Justin’s leg. His boss, Stuart, reloaded his bow. Times were bad. Everyone was downsizing.

“Will there be anything else, Mr. Landers?” Stuart paused. “You can bring me the staff report, Ms. Reed,” he said, climbing off of her.

Ryan was confident his code was best. He didn’t need feedback. Others should worship him. He would tell them if he ever saw anyone.

Paul was running out of options. The world was closing in. His survival instinct did the only thing it could, blame someone else.

Darla likes working. It’s her best skill. When not working, she doesn’t know what to do. To fill her free time she got a second job.

Carl was good at small things like buttering toast or stacking neatly. It was big things like talking to people that gave him trouble.

To cushion the blow, I gave out a cookie when I fired someone. It made them smile...until they realized it was stale...just like them.