Shambling Towards Hiroshima (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
Our intercourse, I should hasten to report, was entirely of the verbal variety, so if you’re looking for something spicier than banter about Japanese monster movies, skip to the kinky encounter between Darlene and me that I’m planning to include later in this chapter. But for now I feel bound to say a few words about Tiffany’s visit. Should I decide to cancel my jump, this tart with a heart of gold—evidently such creatures exist, which may be why my father never proscribed their appearance in movies—will deserve much of the credit. I’d just finished writing about the Knickerbocker behemoths enjoying their quick little picnic at the bottom of China Lake, when someone started pounding on my door. The intruder proved to be a young woman costumed like a belly dancer, with baggy blue trousers, silver breastplates, and a sequined monkey jacket. “Trick or treat!” she said. I’d forgotten it was the weekend before Halloween.
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