Seven Demons by Aidan Truhen (best motivational books for students TXT) 📕

golfer and obviously some sort of fish fetishist she is also according to Mr. Friday the true and only software designer for Die Festung at Kircheisen.

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Doc says:

“Charlie you have experience in this culture—”

“I what now?”

“You are polyamorous Charlie you put it on the website—”

“Boss lady! That is not this! This is like a whole scene. It has scene-y-ness and rules and stuff that I cannot possibly know. Sure I mean sure I advocate and accept the boning and adoration of more than one person within a consensual and acknowledged frame of emotional and sexual rules toward a fulfilled but unbounded sense of self but this is just WEIRD—”

“In fact this is only unusual you do not know weird until you have had sex with Price—”

“Doc this is not something we need to—”

“Really boss lady what—”

“Well for example he recently asked me to give him a subdermal tracheal stent—”

“DOC THAT WAS PROFESSIONAL yes I asked about it in bed but that is not—”

“It was undeniably weird though and I was postcoitally nude at the time—”

“Van der Graaf lady calls my conversation weird—”

“Hush you will arouse me—”

“Van der Graaf van der Graaf van der—”

“ENOUGH Price enough be professional Charlie—”

“Yes quite right Doc. Charlie be professional we are on a clock here the lady in the fish suit is waiting—”

“What I’M the one wasting—no never mind—FISH SUIT BOSS Jesus how can I put this in Jacktalk let me see yeah okay yeah I am an expert in coffee right and these people they are buying and selling pork belly and I do not know one fucking thing about what turns on their pork belly horn okay? What the fuck ever is going on over there with that sashimi—this is not my universe okay?”

“Fine we’ll just busk it how hard can it be?”

Doc does not even bother to reply.

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“ROCKS AND WAVES AND DISHY FISHY—”

Walk across the floor. Smile. Swerve and turn. We are moving through the crowd we are browsing taking it in we are—

“I do not want to know what is happening with that mackerel sir—”

“COLD SALT WATER HOT SEA LIONS—RAAAWR! O BABY RAWWWR—”

I do not know this band they are kinda Elle and the Pocket Belles but dirtier and more oceanographic I will guess they are bespoke.

“RAWRRR PENGUIN PENGUIN PLEASE BE GENTLE—”

“Hi— O I’m sorry I did not meant to intrude—”

“WHEN YOU’RE REALLY FISHY SPENT YOU’LL—”

“That is fine just fine don’t worry about it—”

“May I say that you look lovely in that fish suit—”

“Thank you this is my husband Oscar—”

“MIGHTY HUNTER SALT SPLASH SPLISHY—”

“So enchanting well I shall be on my way o wait look here is my friend Rita Langstrumpf she is as you see quite elegant—”

“Banjo I will fuck you up. Hello I did not catch your name madame I am—”

“Ow gosh you have sharp nails Madame Langstrumpf—”

“QUITE SOME LOVELY FISHING TALE—”

“I am so sorry they are part of my jouissance I did not mean to scratch—”

“O MY! BABY WHAT A WHALE—”

“Yes I quite see o goodness it is hot in here I feel quite—”

“Darling are you quite all right you look faint—”

SLOOSHTHUD

“We will need medical attention I must call the manager—”

“BABY BABY FISHY DISHY—”

“That will not be necessary Herr Oscar here you sit Madame Langstrumpf is indeed a doctor in her working day please be discreet on that score obviously FischFisch is not entirely reputable in the wider community—”

“O of course o o in fact I also feel a little…”

THONK

“Charlie you could not catch his head?”

“I thought there was a pillow this divan has one of those stupid boards—”

FISHERMAN SO STRONG AND BOLD—

“Is he alive?”

“Of course it’s a board not a spike he’s not even gonna have a bruise—”

“Very well then let us help Elena out of here.”

We are helpful. We are solicitous.

We are good citizens. That is a very Swiss thing to do. And that is how you do a kidnapping in a fish fucker club.

WANT YOU IN MY CARGO HOLD—

Which is fine.

Until we are leaving and we are away from the music—at last AT LAST my God one more line and I was going to—and someone squashes into my arm with what feels like the upper surface of a mostly naked breast and says all breathy:

“O Mr. Telemark I am so glad to meet you your art—it moves me—it touches me deeply Mr. Telemark truly it does—”

“O well thank you so much madame I do—”

I am paying attention to the breast area and I do not notice the hands and TINK the cuff closes tight like tight. I look round and—

Agent Hannah is wearing a clever disguise something in a Nunatsiavut fall style cut real short like to the—you know groinal region—so that you can tell those are not regular cop undies they are something impractically tiny and appropriate to the venue but I am not looking because VERY professional. She’s grinning her sexy Aryan dolphin grin. Agent Hannah is totally the winner in this moment but at the same time she is not thinking properly because she’s smug about this and because she is used to working in a pantsuit, which is where things get—

—a little weird—

—because as she closes the cuff on my other hand behind my back, she leans into me and lifts with her core, and my hands—my fingers—are pressed or—or driven really let’s say driven—against the bare skin of her thighs and her—somewhat minimal and as it transpires incrementally mobile undies—and—um—how to say this without saying pussy—her personal intimate undercarriage—which is receptive to this situation in a way which I think comes as a surprise to both of us.

Which means that as she cuffs me there is a definite I guess you would say nontrivial interpersonal connection of the sex kind—

There is no getting away from this Agent Hannah touches me inappropriately with her clitoris.

I do not move so much as an eighth of an inch.

And then I fucking swear to you I feel her weight drop—her body drop—and lock rigid, and for one second her mouth opens and she exhales in an