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Gone Fishin'

Taking a break from Six Sentence Sunday.

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Six Sentence Sunday 1-15-2012

Returning to Surfer Dude's chronicles this week. When we left Pierce and Mia, he had called her "Gidget," explaining what the Old Earth term meant, and teasing her because she only came up to his clavicle.

          Mia bristled like a sea urchin, her acquamarine eyes alight. "That's because you're a frickin'...giant."

          Pierce decided he liked flirting with the odd girl positioned behind the Spa Bay reception counter more than anything he'd done in a long time. She didn't seem cowed that he was a Cronoson, Lord of the Deep; she dealt with him not as a god but as a man.

          "So I can call you...'Moondoggie' then?" she asked, glancing back at the computer screen again.

          "You can if I'm your boyfriend, Gidge."

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Six Sentence Sunday 1-8-2012

Last Cole & Lara snippet for awhile. Cole's working undercover at a bar; Lara's suspicious. She's just told him if he's a bartender, she's Mother Teresa. 

             He leaned forward and stroked a casual finger across the YSL logo on her handbag. “How’s that vow of poverty working out for ya, sister?”
             Lara nearly choked as she took a sip of her black-and-tan.
            “Doing any better with those other vows, baby?”
            “Like what?”
            “Chastity,” he winked.

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Six Sentence Sunday -- New Year's Day 2012

Cole's & Lara's story is finished! It's done. At least, for now. So... synopsis, rinse once, submit. That's the New Year's Resolution!

           “You are such an altar boy.”
             In the next second he had her pinned up against a giant, leaf-bare maple tree, her arms over her head, her wrists clamped by one of his large hands.

“Take that back,” he grinned. 

“Or what, you’ll shoot me?” She met his heated gaze, purposely wiggling her body against his in a seductive fashion designed to invite his touch as much as to drive him mad. “Prove me wrong, G-man.”

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