title change

Even with the new, little cutie, I’m still finding a few minutes here and there to write.  I’m still working on “Fanged Frog,” only now I’m thinking of calling it “Love and Violence at the Tea Party.”  It’s been a hard one to nail down, a departure from everything I usually write (which was kind of the point).  A quick unedited excerpt:

He smiles but not very nicely. “I’m just stopping by to say hello,” he says. “I saw on Facebook that you were having people over and thought, you know, why not stop by?”

Fuck, she thinks. Yes, they were Facebook friends. He added her that first day back in August: her and her friend Megan after Megan gave him hand job in the car. If you knew Megan, you knew that was never the sort of thing she would do. She was nicely shaped as Callie reminded her whenever she could but quiet, makeup-less; her hair lay straight and parted in the middle in two long dark curtains, glasses perched at the end of her nose. She worked in the library too between classes. But they were driving and the music was loud and she was in the front seat and Callie was in the back, and first she started groping in his crotch when he joked that he needed “payment” for the ride. She was shocked to find him already hard and when she jerked her hand away, he jerked it back. She gave his hard-on a couple tugs–she thought playfully–but even that little bit was enough to bring him to climax and a warm wet spot spread across his pants fly. Now Megan jerked her hand away for real and held it out away from her in disgust. Callie cackled in the backseat as the car jetted down Woolsey Road, trees on either side, the headlights sweeping the dark road. Ryan now grew sour. “What’s so funny?” he said, and there was an edge to his voice.

Megan caught Callie’s eye in the visor’s mirror and they both laughed again.

“What’s so damned funny?” Ryan said again.