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PARVATI SUGANDHITYONI
At this point an elegant woman apparently of the Hindu persuasion drifted silently up to the table. In height and weight she approximated the arithmetic mean; but Ford Phelan noticed that the dimensions of her buttocks somewhat exceeded it. He made an effort to squelch the mental image of enjoying her doggy style. She was…
Read MoreBENEDIK TOYBOAT-TOYBOAT
Doctors Toyboat-Toyboat had proved the skeptics wrong by keeping their marriage intact through thick and thin, the good times and the bad, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, for over three weeks now. From the start, their union had seemed improbable. Beatrice Toyboat was an ardent feminist, passionate, liberal, idealistic, and rather…
Read MoreABELARD SPADO
Ford Phelan didn’t feel like he could wait until Dr. Spado returned to his office. At this hour he knew Spado would be teaching class in Vavolano Hall, so he strode over there and waited till ten to the hour, when students began trudging out of the door. The department head looked up when Ford…
Read MoreFORD PHELEN
Abelard Spado, the head of the philosophy department, introduced Ford to the rest of the staff. “Dr. Toyboat-Toyboat there is our property dualist.” Benedick Toyboat-Toyboat merely grunted. “And next to him is his spouse, Dr. Toyboat-Toyboat, a substance duelist.” Lolling back in her chair, her legs crossed, her right arm draped casually over the chair…
Read MoreDR. HARLEM SMITH
Doctor Harlem Smith had been teaching literature at the college since Falstaff’s first fart and had seen the fading embers of middle age doused with the ice-water of time, trod into a gritty gray paste, and tracked onto the living room rug. He blamed time’s darlings, the young, and watched for opportunities to even the…
Read MoreLITTLE MISS KNEESOCKS
The cellar was pitch black. Flicking on an industrial strength flashlight, Little Miss Kneesocks aimed it at a small, odd-looking door, a little less than waist-high off the ground. Illuminating the floor in front of her, she stepped gingerly over to the little door and gave the handle a wiggle. After a bit of seducing,…
Read MoreTOKYO ROZ
In solidarity with the victims of American imperialism, Tokyo Roz wore the black pajamas and conical bamboo hat of a Viet Cong irregular. Round faced and pale, she ran the local franchise of “The Revolution®”and was addressing passersby with a megaphone. “Student strike! Join the student strike! Big rally tomorrow night!” If Roz had been…
Read MoreAXIS SALLY
Sally Fisk glared at the crowd. “I’ve got news for you,” she declared, “America’s not the good guys any more. Good guys don’t invade sovereign nations. It’s that simple.” “But things aren’t that simple,” said Cadet Titzenboer. “Freedom isn’t free.” “How does it make you free to kill a bunch of foreigners who have no…
Read MoreADELLE CHARDONNAY
As she kisses, Adelle runs her fingertips over my face, my back, my arms. Her lips find nerve centers overlooked by all the medical books, and at her stimulus, they burst into response like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Her touch is the brush of a butterfly’s wing; her scent, the lilac’s breath; her…
Read MoreJOHN VAVOLANO
At the face-off marker, Vavolano reached back with his right foot and kicked at the turf four or five times with his front cleats, digging himself a little trench. Then he did the same with his left, but not so far back. His face-off stance was all wrong. Instead of squatting down, feet even and…
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