The Spy Who Served Her
“Infiltration complete. I will now join the party.” Alan muttered.
“Good job,” Janice replied.
“Why did you hypnotize your husband to believe he is a spy?” Her sister, Nadine, asked.
“Huge 007 fan, that’s why.”
“So what’s this movie called?”
“License to Seduce… want a role?”
A view to a pussy never felt so right.
Day 9 of quarantine vacations and rain is back with a vengeance. I guess it makes sense and all with Easter approaching. I spent most of the morning rewriting some things pertaining to Corruption Games but didn’t want to go Alexandra again on this one so…
In the mood for watching an espionage film in the evening. Any recommendations?
Be Hoppy
Dan was the first to start jumping in the courtyard, followed by his brother Graham and their cousin, Fred. Everyone’s parents and a few neighbors followed suit until there were a dozen people frolicking around.
Relaxing by the porch, Alicia congratulated herself on another successful, hypnotic Easter. This year’s motto was:
“Don’t worry, be hoppy.”
Day 10 of quarantine vacations. More rain. Walking the dogs has been nothing more than unsettling, today. The courtyard is all wet. Every now and then, my youngest pup manages to sneak out there and then leaves soggy paw impressions everywhere. At least, it’s good for laughs.
Speaking of laughs, I wrote this one for those as well. Be a bunny this year.
Rocket Science
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one… we have lift-off! Oh, wait, no we don’t! This thing doesn’t work anymore.” Claire laughed at Dennis’ flaccid cock.
“Very funny…” He grumbled.
“Isn’t it? You were right, dear. Hypnosis isn’t rocket science. It’s way better than that.”
He sighed, hoping for an oil leak.
Day 11 of quarantine vacations. The weather cleared up but since going outside is not advised, not really much I can do to take advantage of it. Woke up with a major headache that doesn’t want to go away. Getting some more rest because I have an all-day writing session planned for tomorrow.
Anyway, this piece was impromptu. Countdowns are sexy but sometimes they don’t mean a thing when you’re deeply programmed to obey. Dennis is at his girlfriend’s whim. Lucky him or what?
Eggs
“KEVIN!” Marcia shouted. “Did you eat all the chocolate eggs?”
“I didn’t.” Her husband came running.
“Liar. The bowl is empty. Just admit it.”
“Major stomachache incoming, I know…” he sighed.
“I’m more worried about your mind, dear. They were all drugged.”
“I see that now…” he mused, impressions of fluffy ears clouding his eyes.
Day 12 of quarantine vacations. The sky has been grey all day, not very pleasant around here. It’s Easter but it certainly doesn’t feel like it with all the restrictions going on. This year, I didn’t get to eat any Easter-related treats, not even a single chocolate egg so I wrote this piece imagining that I did and while chocolate can be addictive on its own, a little bit of mind control is even better.