“Olga opened her closed eyes to see that she was now being forced to make out not with a human beach ball, but an aggressive blow-up doll, and not the fun kind either.”
May 4, 2014
“Olga reached out and felt the now connected space of his foot and body where she assumed his leg used to be. He was beyond firm, and not in his usually positively, muscled way. Mr. Z closed his eyes and sighed, as if Olga’s hesitation spelled out his doom and his all too sudden and painful departure from this world. His skin was getting even harder by the second and puffing further under Olga’s hand. If Olga waited any longer…”
May 4, 2014
“However, just as Olga was thinking this, the not-so-fresh kiss began to make her feel extremely ill. She tried to pull back because she was getting a particularly queasy feeling in her stomach, and did not want to vomit on the star. He latched onto her! Hey, Olga thought, when did he get his arms back?”
May 6, 2014
