My wife Rolanda acting the part of Lorna. Not an easy role.
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The Emblem of the Universal Cabbage encircled the Scrutineer’s Ulnia.
Lorna, her head plugged into the Thought Supervisor, was undergoing her annual Personality Probe.
Everything was going well and yet… if she were to fail?
She felt a tremor of…of…something alien. What they used to call…fear?
“Permission to blink?”
“Granted.”
Oh what welcome relief! The utter luxury of feeling the blood course through her eyelids. For a moment she almost loved her Scrutineer, then, with a shudder, remembered his cruel work.
She examined him with remorseless eyes, his ghastly thin-lipped hands, the belly-button gazing at her unseeingly from his forehead, the antenna-like feet flopping down on each side of the shaven kidneys on top of his head.
“Urrgggghhhh!” She shuddered “ I wouldn’t have sex with him if he was the last man er creature er mutant on earth.”
Then she realised with a start that she had thought the unthinkable.
Lorna, her head plugged into the Thought Supervisor, was undergoing her annual Personality Probe.
Everything was going well and yet… if she were to fail?
She felt a tremor of…of…something alien. What they used to call…fear?
“Permission to blink?”
“Granted.”
Oh what welcome relief! The utter luxury of feeling the blood course through her eyelids. For a moment she almost loved her Scrutineer, then, with a shudder, remembered his cruel work.
She examined him with remorseless eyes, his ghastly thin-lipped hands, the belly-button gazing at her unseeingly from his forehead, the antenna-like feet flopping down on each side of the shaven kidneys on top of his head.
“Urrgggghhhh!” She shuddered “ I wouldn’t have sex with him if he was the last man er creature er mutant on earth.”
Then she realised with a start that she had thought the unthinkable.
She had forgotten that the Scrutineer was reading her every thought!
A hurt blush started to the Scrutineer’s feet, tears poured from the orange eyes in the savage mouth under each armpit and a hideous sound emerged from the rectum under his adam’s apple.
“Oh buggar. He’s either burping, crying or farting, but, whatever he’s doing, I’m in very deep shit!”
A hurt blush started to the Scrutineer’s feet, tears poured from the orange eyes in the savage mouth under each armpit and a hideous sound emerged from the rectum under his adam’s apple.
“Oh buggar. He’s either burping, crying or farting, but, whatever he’s doing, I’m in very deep shit!”
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