Donovan

[Donovan]

Can you ask for me, El? I hear your neighborhood's lousy with 'em.

 

[Donovan]

Maybe latin. She teaches latin. "Vidi, vici, venit." I saw, I conquered, she came.

 

[Donovan]

I can only assume you are referring to me when you use the term nutty broad.

You win!

A) I wasn't proposing moving your shit around or throwing out your junk.

They all say that at first.

You made the mess, you clean it up.

That's women's work.

B) I didn't refuse you sex.

They all say that at first.

You can have all the sex you want with whomever will have it with you.

If I did it with MamaKitty you'd have to call me "son."

As long as it isn't me, I don't care.

I bet they made vaginas with handcrank motors back in your day. On cold days did you have to pour boiling water on it to get it unfrozen?

C) Me living rent free in your head does not mean you get to live there too.

Sorry no vacancy. It's already way too crowded in here with all the other voices and you aren't even offering sex as part of the bargain. That dried up thing ain't a fine wine, honey, it don't get better with age.

You have to get your ass out - go live with that schoolteacher upstairs you have the hots for.

I ain't gonna live with her, just soil and besmirch and sully her good reputation a little.

 

[Donovan]

My lips taste like those of a woman who knows what to do with a man like you.

"Because twenty other men like you were already here tonight." Gross. At least spit and gargle between sessions.

It has been two years and eight months since I smoked a cigarette. One of these lifetimes I'm collecting on that soul kiss promise you made me.

Like that salt vampire in Star Trek, right? Jack'll wind up all decrepit and riding one of those Captain Pike wheelchairs around, blinking once for yes and two for "no, no., NO, for god's sake NO!!!"

 

[eloisel]

When I'm done with you, who do you want me to give this to?