'I've written, edited, and published three texts, one of which is on the curriculum at Hendon now, and he still hasn't even found an agent. Because the book is still incomplete. "It's an organic creation,"' she whines. '"Publishers want such ludicrous page limits." Yes, that's because no one wants to read two thousand pages of his pedantic, self-involved navel-gazing about the nature of his manhood.'
She sighs, the minor storm of fury leaving her as quickly as it came.
'Peter Drake? Is a right bastard.'
And she doesn't want to talk about him anymore, because his hand is entirely too distracting where it's slipped to rest on her derriere.
no subject
'I've written, edited, and published three texts, one of which is on the curriculum at Hendon now, and he still hasn't even found an agent. Because the book is still incomplete. "It's an organic creation,"' she whines. '"Publishers want such ludicrous page limits." Yes, that's because no one wants to read two thousand pages of his pedantic, self-involved navel-gazing about the nature of his manhood.'
She sighs, the minor storm of fury leaving her as quickly as it came.
'Peter Drake? Is a right bastard.'
And she doesn't want to talk about him anymore, because his hand is entirely too distracting where it's slipped to rest on her derriere.