Six Sentence Sunday #25
Hey, fellow Sixers, and welcome to my first SSS in the new blog digs! Here’s another six sentences from the now infamous Badger: A Strange Tale of Love, Sex, and Vigilante Justice—the book that’s reacquainting me with the joys of the form rejection letter. My kingdom for an off-kilter, like-minded literary agent!
I toyed with a couple ideas—slapping him, spitting at him, pulling him down by the neck and biting his lip open again.
But not yet.
If this really was a rare thing for him, surely we’d have more chances. Surely he’d want me, truly want me, after all this.
Oh, bad thought, Adrian, terribly, terribly bad. Feigning a proclivity for masochism had to top even orgasm-fakery on the continuum of Stupid Shit to Do to Keep a Man.
If you’d like to read the other Badger excerpts I’ve posted, click here. And don’t forget to go check out all the other Six Sentence Sunday excerpts this week! Thanks for visiting.
