Episode #169: I Hear The Chirping Of Crickets

A shadow appears in the writer's den. As it silently comes closer, the sole occupant of the den catches the barely perceptible aroma of lilacs kissing the air. His eyes go buggy as the aroma enters his being and coats his entire circulatory system with a subtle yet quite powerful muscle relaxant. Before he could even mount a defense, his body melts like decadent chocolate drops on the....well, you can use your imagination, right?

The shadow gently places the man on the sofa and covers with a sheet. After giving him a sensuous kiss on the lips and feather touching his cheek, she sits down in front of his computer and powers it up.

A few minutes later, she navigates to her chosen website and quickly starts to type. Her long fingernails race over the keyboard like she was a telegraph operator, all the while puckering her lips in hardcore concentration as she stares at the screen. Eventually she pauses to read what she has written on the screen. About a minute later, an evil smile slowly spreads across her face as she slowly digests the delectable words that she had created for everyone's consumption.

She carefully finger combs her hair before slowly placing it over the back of the chair. After giving it a final fluff, she goes back to working on her essay, for lack of a better term. As her body temperature slowly begins to rise, she decides to undo a few buttons from her blouse so as to let the breeze flowing through the window cool her down.

Biting her lip in anticipation of good things to come, she sighs softly before knuckling down with her essay. When she's at the halfway point of the essay, she pauses for a moment, before slowly turning to face her mentor, lying peacefully on the couch. She bites her lip again as a memory slowly comes to the forefront. It spins around for a bit, before coming to a stop. It hangs around just long enough for a genuinely warm smile to make a stop on her face.

It stays there for a good solid minute, as the memory runs its course through her body. When it reaches the finish line, the muse blows out a long steady stream of smoke, before eventually coming to a stop. She stares long and hard at her mentor, before reluctantly forcing herself to turn her attention back to the computer and her essay. Sighing hard, she spends the next three minutes muscling her way through to the end. At that last sentence, she yells, "Finished!", then hits the publish button. She waits for the confirmation, then shuts down the computer.

The room goes dark again after the glow of the computer screen fades away. She gets up and walks over to the couch, where she promptly sits on the floor next to her mentor's head. Leaning in, she purrs softly to get a sliver of his attention, for he's still lost in the windmills of his dream world. When she believes she has it, she gently grabs his ear and begins to whisper.

"Mon ami, it is time to get back to work on your latest masterpiece called "Dandelion Tears". Do not forget that you have me playing well over a half dozen sizzling female characters, each one unique in their own right. From the bottom of my brackish heart, I pledge my undying gratitude and I will not let you down. Enjoy your dreamland while you can and I shall see you in the next day or so. My love, I am forever in your debt."

She lightly kisses his ear and his cheek. Flashing another genuinely warm smile, she stands up and glides across the floor and exits the den in the exact same manner as she entered, leaving her mentor in the warm embrace of his dream world.

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