I peer down into my pen cup, realizing it’s been a long time since I’ve used any of them. With my handwriting being so atrocious, it’s just better I stick with typing whenever possible. Wow, these things area really dusty. “You guys still alive in there?”
Delilah shrieks, “Get me out of here! I have baby dust bunny bites all over my legs!”
“The confession first.” I reach down in there and wait until I feel paper between my fingers. I scan the scrawlings on the paper. “A revolt, huh?”
“That was the plan, yes,” says the Barthromian captain. “Now, if you don’t mind, I believe this girl has been traumatized enough. Keep me if you must, but let her go.”
I sigh. “Chivalrous behavior? Really? You’re supposed to be evil!”
“It seems you failed miserably.”
“So did your plan. Mox won’t be helping you.”
Satisfied when both characters look suitably dejected, I extract Delilah from the cup. “Now then, I suppose you want to go back to your beloved Glicfip.
She nods emphatically.
“Two things then. First, you have a question to ask me.” I hand her the flyer.
Delilah scans the list of questions and then clears her throat. “Is the sexuality of your characters a large part of your novel’s story? If so, are there characters who deviate from the heterosexual “norm”? In what way?
“A large part? Not exactly. There is some sex between two characters who have been involved for several years and are now engaged. She’s currently holding out now until the big day and that’s causing some definite frustrations on Mr. MC’s part. I haven’t run across any characters who operate outside the hetrosexual norm in this particular novel. It doesn’t feel needed for this plot.”
“What the second thing?”
“If you say a word of what happened up here to anyone down there, I’ll write Glicfip into a novel with his own personal harem.”
“You wouldn’t!”
I tap a few keys. “Try me.”
She scurries off the desk without so much as a glance at the captain still stuck in my cup.
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