The three of them go to see the redwoods.
Prompt: "swimming in the buff". Carcer watches with ill intent.
Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.
Desire can't move past, only onward.
Sixteen ways of looking at a rabbit.
Some species remain colonial year round while others only gather together for winter hibernation.
Brandon and Phillip have an arrangement. It isn't a game; it's closer in spirit to a contract.
On Bazzard's first Christmas in London, the thorn of anxiety is keenly felt, and then drawn out a little.
Silly little ficlet.
They do a lot of talking in the sweet air of the control room, about everything and nothing.