Naomi Kramer's Blog, page 9

Confession

(Linda)

Trent's decided to go all noble and chivalrous on me. Hell, why do men have to DO that at the worst possible time?

He's out of hospital, and he's barely looking after himself, and he's determined to continue with the case. My case. The one that nearly turned him into dead. I tried yelling at him, I tried arguing, I tried telling him he's a bloody idiot. But he just shrugged and said he was going to keep investigating. Stubborn little shit.

****

(Trent)

Thank God, I'm out of the house. And b

Dreams

(Mike)

I'm sitting in a spa bath with three other people, all of us naked, all of us downing shots of vodka and bourbon. We're all getting drunker and drunker, and friendlier and friendlier. Linda rests her head on Geordie's shoulder and slides her hand over his chest.

"Geordie baby, are you completely gay, or do you swing a little?"

"OH you naughty girl!" he squeals, "I'm all Laz's, darlin'!"

She looks over to Laz and grins, raising an eyebrow.

"Mind if I give him a test?"

Lazarus looks at Geordie,

Shimmer

"You'll never guess…" Sal whispered in Herry's ear.

"Tell me!" Herry hissed urgently.

"Toma took me to a club downtown last night… everyone wore LINGERIE! You could see everything… some of them were in nothing! You could tell if…" – a pause to giggle – "they were bois or gois!"

Herry's eyes went wide.

"What… tell with… everyone??? Fark, is that legal??"

"I don't think so! Toma is such a laugh – shim's so kinky!"

"So, what exactly did you see? Is your new lover boi or goi?"

Sal gasped and shoved Herry a

Obligatory Shower Scene

(Trent)

Have you ever tried to get undressed without moving one arm and its shoulder? To put it simply – it's bloody near impossible. I finish up struggling out of my PJs with a minimum of screaming and ditching the sling. My bottom lip hurts like hell from me biting it, and I concentrate on that pain to distract myself from the stabbing fire moving through my shoulder and neck. By the time I'm into a shower and enjoying the feeling of being in less pain and slightly clean, I have company.

"Hey, g

Born-Again Virgin Zombie

A little-known fact about zombies:

They're all around you.

Take me.

I'm 14 years old. I was inducted last year. My parents have no idea. I pass for human, even though I'm an immortal undead brain-eating monster, and stuff. I'm really good at acting. My sunday school teacher thinks I'm darling. My mother thinks I'm emo (I'm not, but they taste good. Depression softens the brain, or something). I guess it makes sense. I wear thick white makeup and thick black eyeliner and weird contact lenses. I wear