Episode #70: My Muse Has Come Back Freely To Me: 4

Part 4

{I'm having a Tom Swifty kind of writing day, so enjoy!}

Again with the picture automatically popping up?

"Wait...wut? Wut picture?" he asks nervously, like a deer caught in foglights.

The picture on the soon to be filled blog post screen. And this one gives me the creeps.

"How so?" he says worriedly.

It's like the blog read my mind or something.

"Read your mind? Like....okay."

Giving the computer screen the stink-eye, she casually strolled back to her blogger and once again sat down on his lap. Again purring seductively, she snuggled up to him and licked his chin with her sandpaper tongue.

She snapped her finders and her tail instantly stuck itself deep inside her hair and begun to rummage around. About fifteen seconds later, it found what it had been looking for and withdrew it quickly. It shook it free of the dust bunnies before handing it to its mistress, he took it and lightly kissed its tip. It quickly gave her a salute before returning to its rightful place and current languid state.

This will be your next project. This averagely written e-book needs a complete overhaul.

He took the manuscript from her and gave a quick scan. "What's wrong with it?" he asked questioningly.

She was about to rip him a new one, but remembering a promise she made to herself prior to returning, said in a seductive tone, My handsome writer, you were good when you published this several years ago, but you're now so much better than that. Don't you think that the new you should be now be accurately reflected in your previously published work?

Once again, he became putty in her hands after fully taking in her dark hazel eyes. His lower lip began to quiver with an ache that he never felt before. He went to caress her cheek, but something made him quickly withdrew his hand, so instead he just shakily nodded in agreement.

Smiling seductively, she lightly ticked his chin and said, That's my handsome writer. Now, let's develop a plan of attack, shall we?

to be continued.

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