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March 11 - March 14, 2020
Men liked to pretend that women had no power, but even their subconscious knew they would be nothing without a woman.
“You are quite forward for a cowboy,” Vic breathed softly, her eyes crinkling at the twinkle in his. “And you’re beautiful for a cyborg.”
“It was great fun. Especially when you wrapped your arms around me and told me I was the most attractive inventor you have ever met.” “I did no such thing!” Vic blushed, smiling when he laughed. “Oh, it was one of the many gems you spoke as we took you up to your quarters. You also invited us all to stay with you, demanded really. Your father denied that one.”
“Being exactly who you are. I am so happy I met you, Victoria Greene.”
“And perhaps, the thought of watching you moan in pleasure from another’s ministrations arouses me.”
“You are made of opal and steel, strong and clever. You build machines like you were born to, and yet, you glow like the opal, your beauty unrivaled by any woman I have ever seen. The more I see you covered in grease and coal, the more beautiful you become. My schätzchen.”
The cowboy needed his cyborg.
“Angst macht den Wolf größer als er ist,” Bram whispered against her side. When she cocked her head in confusion, he translated. “Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is.”
“Pep up, Emory,” he whispered to himself. “You have the world to save. Then, it will be time for tea.”
You can quit, give up, decide you no longer want to taste life, or you can emerge from those events, and test your wings. Like a clockwork butterfly, you can soar.
