las_viboras karasu She seemed too cute to be real, he thought as she led him by the hand from the bar and down the street into an alley and up the fire escape she reached in her purse and clicked a remote he could hear the window unlock as they stepped up to it. "Don't you have a door?" he asked, amused. "Yeah," she said, flicking on the lights of the well-appointed room, "but the nutty old bitch who lives next door keeps trying to throw her end-of-the-world propaganda at me" "ooh, drag." he said. "yeah, i complained that she was harassing me, 'cause she'd get real pushy and start trying to back me into the walls and the corners of the hallway, but nobody did anything, so after a while, i said 'fuck_it' and started using the fire escape." As she talked, she poured them both a couple of drinks, he sat in one of the recliners in the large living room and marveled at the artwork on the walls "Is this pre-columbian?" he asked. "Yes," she said, "it's been in the family for ages. Good guess." she came back with a tray containing a pair of wineglasses and a tall bottle of red wine "Don't let my civilized bearing give you the wrong impression, mister," she said, mocking a sinister tone,"my reasons for bringing you here are far from innocent." "Really." he said, intrigued. "Yes," she replied, leaning down and kissing him full on the mouth he had not even touched his glass of wine but he had begun to hallucinate as soon as she broke the kiss "snakes" he whispered, losing himself he fell back into the recliner unaware of anything other than the snakes that his mind had manufactured, filling the room. His heart was still beating when she had excised it from his ribcage with the stone dagger. 010623 ... ernest goes to hemmingway "ouch!" he chortled. "this sure took a turn for the worse!" 020326 what's it to you? who go blather from