…or, A Mother Knows
“Don’t you dare change the subject!” my mother said. “Your father laughed when I sent you that money. He was sure you were going to blow it on something, but I said—”
“Wait, I just got the money,” I said. “Now. Right now.”
“I said we should trust you to be responsible.”
“Uh, Mom, how much platinum do you think twenty silver would buy, exactly?” I asked.
“I told you not to change the subject,” she said. “I sent that money so you wouldn’t have to worry about where your next meal is coming from when you’re supposed to be studying.”
I had a meal plan, but if that was her reasoning for sending me a sock drawer full of silver out of the blue I wasn’t going to argue with her.
“What do you want me to say, Mom?” I asked.
“I want you to say you’re sorry for disappointing me,” she said. “And making me look like a fool.”
“I’m sorry for disappointing you, and I’m very, very, very sorry for making you look like a fool,” I said.
“Well, thank you for saying so, at least,” she said.
“Now can I say something else?”
“Of course you can.”
“I just now got the package and got it open, and the first thing I did after seeing what you sent me was come to thank you for it,” I said. She didn’t say anything, so I added, “I haven’t spent any of the money.” Then, because it was technically true, I also told her, “I even thought about opening a bank account with it.”
You might think that by the time somebody has their fifty-second birthday, they might be mature enough to admit a mistake. Then again, you probably have a mother.
“Well, why didn’t you say something?” she asked. “Honestly, Jamie, do you enjoy making me look foolish?”
“In my defense, I did apologize for that,” I said. I tried not to smirk, but I didn’t try hard enough.
“Don’t get clever with me, young man,” she said. She waved her hand at my head. “So, if you didn’t blow all your money, where did all that come from?”
“They were a gift,” I said.
“From who?”
“Uh, somebody I’m seeing,” I said.
“Wait, did you say you have a boyfriend?”
“Uh, yeah, but I don’t really want to have that conversation right here,” I said.
“You didn’t dump Marlot, did you?”
“Mom, we were never dating,” I said.
We’d gone over this before, and I had thought she’d gotten it, if only because she’d switched from asking me if I was dating Marlot so people wouldn’t think I was gay to asking me if I was hanging out with her for that reason. However that was supposed to work.
“Yes, but that’s no excuse to just leave her out in the cold now that you have a boyfriend,” she said. “I told her mother that she should be ready for this, that once you got out of Agora you’d come out of your shell and then you wouldn’t need her any more.”
“What exactly do you think I needed Marlot for in the first place?” I asked.
“Jamie, that’s a horrible thing to say,” she said. “I know she’s a little funny, but she’s a sweet girl, and she does have feelings.”
I’d run into the “what exactly do you see in Marlot?” thing from other people, but only my mother felt the need to instruct me in the answer.
“Mom, I have to go,” I said. “I’ll a-mail you later, okay?”
“Wait! Do you need to talk to Grandpa?”
“Is he there?” I asked.
“No, but do you need him to explain anything?”
There were a lot of things I would have liked to have explained, but I didn’t think her dad would be able to make any more sense of what she was saying than I could.
“Like what?”
“How the sex works,” she said, switching to her native tongue.
“What?”
“With boys,” she said, back in Pax.
“I, uh, worked that out for myself,” I said. Something caught the corner of my eye, and I turned to see Missy looking in through the window in the stairwell door. Her face lit up when she saw mine, and the handle of the door began to turn. “Seriously, thanks for the package, but I have to run. Bye.”
I started to wave her reflection away as Missy came onto the landing and headed over.
“Okay. Bye, Jamie, I love you!” she said, kissing the air before she vanished.
“Who was she?” Missy asked.
“My mother,” I said.
“What, for real?”
“For real,” I said.
“Wow, how old was she when she had you?”
“Thirty-three,” I said.
“And I thought my mom was hooked on glamour,” Missy said. I rolled my eyes. “What?”
“That’s my mother,” I said.
“Oh, I don’t mean anything,” she said. “You should hear the things I say to my own.”
“No, I mean, that’s my mother, the person from whom I inherited my elven blood,” I said.
“Oh! Right, I wasn’t thinking,” she said. “So, are you going to look that good when you’re fifty?”
“Probably not quite that good,” I said. “I’ve got another dose of human blood in me, remember?”
“Yeah, that sucks,” Missy said. “Your mom should have married an elf. Then you could live for a lot longer.”
“Except for the whole not-being-born thing,” I said.
“Why wouldn’t you be born?”
“Because that would mean my parents would never have had sex,” I said.
“No, you’d just have different parents,” she said. “The mom you have now and a full-elven father.”
“So, what if instead marrying my mom, my new father married an elven woman?” I asked. “Then I could be a full elf.”
“Yeah, that would be even—hey, don’t make fun of me,” she said, punching me in the shoulder.
“I’m not,” I said. “I just don’t think hypothetical alternate parents work the way you think they do. I mean, if my dad had married a human woman, would that make me full human?”
“Well, yeah. Wouldn’t it?”
“But at the same time my mom’s marrying the elf guy,” I said. “So how does that work? Am I the human or the mostly-elf kid?”
“Well, since your mom actually gives birth to you, I guess that means you’re the elf one,” she said.
“But if she went out and got with that same elf guy now and had a son, that wouldn’t be me,” I said.
“No, because you’re already born,” she said. “Don’t look at me like I’m stupid. Haven’t you ever wished you had different parents?”
“I’ve wondered about it,” I said. “I might have imagined it when I was little. But that doesn’t change the fact that if my parents had gotten together with different people, they would have different kids.”
“Okay, but if this is hypothetical, why can’t it work the way I say it would?” she asked.
“No real reason, I guess,” I said.
“Then, wouldn’t it be cool if your dad was an elf and you were going to live for hundreds of years?”
“I suppose it would be,” I said, tired of the whole thing. When Marlot got an odd and impossible idea in her head, it was at least entertaining and usually well thought-out. “Where’s Marlot?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her since yesterday,” Missy said.
“Wait, she didn’t ever come back last night?” I asked.
“Uh, I’m pretty sure that was her plan,” Missy said.
“It’s not like her to stay out all night,” I said. “And even if she did, don’t you think she would be back by now?”
“Oh? When did you get back?”
“Just a bit ago,” I said. “But, that’s different.”
“You aren’t jealous, are you?” she asked. “Because I’d hate to think that you’re, you know, into Marlot. That would just get awkward.”
“No, I’m not jealous,” I said. “I’m just concerned about my friend who doesn’t have a lot of experience with guys. I find it odd that she’s suddenly changed into somebody who spends the night with guys she just met and I’m worried that she’s getting in over her head. How do you get jealousy out of any of that?”
“Um, never mind,” Missy said. “So, how about you? How did your date go?”
“Pretty good,” I said. “Iason bought me a house.”
“Oh my kosh, really?”
“Really,” I said. “I just decided to wear it on my ears for a while.”
She stared at me. I turned my head to the side. Her mouth widened.
“Iason bought all that?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Wow, what else did he get you?”
“What else did he get me?” I asked. Weren’t precious stones set in platinum enough?
“Yeah, what else?”
“A tattoo. Oh, and a music box.”
“You got a tattoo?” she asked, looking up and down my body. “Where? What of?”
“A dragon,” I said. “We’ll have to go to my room if you want to see it.”
Her eyes went wide and she grinned slyly.
“Okay,” she said, and we cut through the lounge towards my room.
I wondered if she thought I was making up a pretext. I kind of hoped she didn’t. I hadn’t had much rest, and the longer I talked to her the wearier I felt.
Once we were alone inside, I started to pull my shirt off. I realized she was staring at my belt buckle. I stopped. A puzzle piece fell into place in my brain, and I realized what she must be thinking.
“It isn’t on my junk,” I said.
“Oh! You said he got you a dragon tattoo, so I thought you got it to match his,” she said.
“Yeah, no,” I said. “I don’t really think my equipment needs any adornments.”
I took off my shirt and turned around.
“Oh, wow, that’s so pretty!” she said.
“Isn’t it?” I said. Since we’d established that it was a female dragon, I didn’t mind the adjective so much. “I call it Vera.”
She gasped.
“What?”
“You can’t name your tattoo after the empress,” she said. “That’s blasphemy.”
“It’s not blasphemy,” I said, turning around to face her. “In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s blasphemy to say it’s blasphemy.”
“Well, whatever it is, I’m sure it’s got to be illegal, or even worse, rude,” she said.
“Rude is worse than illegal now?” I asked.
“It is when you’re talking about the imperial family,” she said.
“Okay, well whenever they’re around, we’ll say she’s called Sophia, or something,” I said. “Anyway, I didn’t name my tattoo after the empress. I named it after a dragon.”
I explained about the concert, working my way back through dinner and the carriage ride while Missy’s expression alternated between disbelief and excitement.
“Wow, you hit the freaking jackpot with Iason, you know that?” she said when I’d finished.
“Yeah, I’m not so sure about that,” I said.
“You don’t think they’re real?” she asked.
“I’m pretty sure they are,” I said. “It’s Iason I’m not sure about.”
“Why?”
“Well, he says he expects me to spend the rest of my life with him,” I said.
I waited for her to respond, but she just stood there. After a moment, she made a “go on” gesture with her hand.
“That’s it,” I said. “That’s what bothers me.”
“Why? The guy’s a keeper,” she said. “I mean, look at it: he’s loaded, he’s committed, and he’s not exactly hard to look at.”
“Okay, but, personality?”
“What’s wrong with his personality?”
“He’s got some rough edges,” I said.
“Well, you’ve got your whole life to work those out for him,” she said. “Anyway,” she said, putting her hand on my arm and “walking” her fingernails down it as she spoke, “did you have any other work done?”
“No,” I said. “Just the tattoo and the earrings. Oh, but if you think the tattoo’s cool, I’ll have a real surprise in a week or so.”
“Oh,” she said. “Oh, well. Since you’ve got your shirt off, anyway, do you want to—”
“I’m actually kind of tired, Missy,” I said. “I’d like to get some sleep.”
“Iason keep you ‘up’?” she asked.
“Yeah, actually.”
“Okay, I’ll be quick, then,” she said, reaching for my belt.
“I’m really tired,” I said. She looked confused. “Missy, I don’t feel like sex right now.” That didn’t seem to add up for her any more clearly. “I’ll see you tonight, for the dance, but right now I need to get some sleep.”
“Oh,” she said. “Okay. So, you don’t want sex right now?”
“Not right now,” I said.
“Okay,” she said. “I guess I’ll see you later, then.”
“Yeah. Later.”
“Oh, but, you have to remind me to tell you what I heard,” she said.
“What did you hear?” I asked, not really caring.
“Oh, no, mister,” she said, wagging her finger. “If I have to wait, so do you. It’s so wild, though. You’ll flip when you hear it, even if it probably isn’t true.”
“What’s it about?” I asked, my curiosity a little piqued.
“You know that greasy haired girl?” she said. “The skinny one who was dating that fat girl Puddy for like five days? I found out why she’s in Harlowe. Maybe. It can’t be true, though.”
“Maybe because she’s not human?” I said.
“Smartass,” Missy said. She kissed me on the cheek. “Anyway, I’ll let you stew over that for a while.”
Once she was gone, I didn’t really spare another thought for her or for the Harlowe girl. I had to move the packages off my bed, and decided to take the music box out and put it on my dresser. With it standing next to the glowing flower display, my mind turned towards Iason.
He was hotness made flesh, and his attention made me feel good. He drove me crazy even when he was driving me crazy. Strangely, I got rock hard just thinking about his hand on my arm when I was getting in and out of carriages.
Sleep wasn’t going to work like that, obviously, but instead of jerking off like normal I climbed into bed and lay on my stomach. Imagining him pressing down on top of me, I strained myself against the mattress until I came shuddering as the music of Strings and Wings and Things played softly all around me.
I didn’t know if Iason really was a “keeper”, but I could hang onto him until I was sure one way or the other.
First? Ah well ook!
OOOOOOOOOOKK!!!!!1!!!!!
I HATE Missy… that is all.
I explained about the concert, working my way back through dinner and the carriage ride while Missy
i think that paragrpah never got finished
Typo!
“Okay,” she said, and we cut headed through the lounge towards my room.
Should it either be cut through the lounge? Or headed? I think both make sense either way.
Also… Yah. I really, really, really don’t like Missy. The whole time I was reading this I just kept going “Are you fricking serious?” to each of her lines. Meh.
Oh Yah. Mook?! Hopefully?!
Ahhhh Dagnabbit…. So Jamie doesn’t learn Mackenzie’s embarrassing little secret just yet. Maybe next time… Honestly his mom took that better than I expected. Then again, having elven blood probably explains a lot of that.
I explained about the concert, working my way back through dinner and the carriage ride while Missy(?)
Something is missing there…
Woot! Jayne Cobb reference!
I reeeeeeally want to smack Missy pretty much every time she shows up in the story. What an insensitive brat!
im getting completly sick of missy. her preconsections are disgusting. she cant think behind <3 <3 <3 its yaoi <3 <3 <3
Heh … moms … all the same …. oh, who am I kidding – TOP TEN!!! OOK!!! YEE-HA!!!
…
Well, had to – just once. : )
Top 10? Ook?
Anyway, at the moment, Missy is actually annoying me more than Iason. At least Iason seems to be interested in Jamie, rather than some kin of abstract ideal…
Ok. I’m liking Missy less and less.
Oh, and…
“I explained about the concert, working my way back through dinner and the carriage ride while Missy
“Wow, you hit the freaking jackpot with Iason, you know that?””
What exactly was Missy doing there?
Just thought: Wonder what Callahan will make of the new jewelery…
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… Coach Callahan stepped away and began wiping the blood from her fists.
“Yeah,” she commented cheerfully, “those earrings are damn good. I’m certain I’d have stoved your face right in if not for them, Blingy. ‘Suppose being an anal princess has its perks.”
Incidentally, can anyone remember whether Jamie is 1/8 Elven or 1/16 Elven? I think it’s 1/8, but I’m not positive.
Also, AE; I think you mentioned a while back that you might at some point put up character bios. Any plans for that? There’s such a large and diverse cast in the MUniverse that some one-paragraph descriptions could be helpful for readers, especially when someone wants to check a little fact like that.
I loved Jamie’s mom, for some reason she was kinda how i pictured her. Like it didn’t surprise her that Jamie had a boyfriend, it was cute. Missy is really annoying though, I mean come on, Jamie is not a sex toy to be used and thrown back at a moments notice seriously that’s horrible.
ugh, im starting to NOT like MOtoMU as much as the original….it’s like, everybody in THIS one is an asshole, or just act like they’re not an asshole, or are just idiots……like seriously….it’s pissing me off.
also, im thinking that alexandra thinks that gay relationships happen like they do in yaoi, where one guy(usually a pretty boy eg JAMIE) is always taking it, then the manly guy is always on top.(eg IASON)
missy thinks so too, obviously, as do several other characters. and the way jamie and iason act don’t help
REAL LIFE IS NOT LIKE YAOI!
@Tomo:
Quoth Larry Niven –
Yes, Missy and Juliana clearly think this is the way all gay relationships work… but what exactly about those characters is it that screams “Author’s Mouthpiece” to you?
Actually I could be wrong but I think it’s a deliberate twist on the yaoi couple.
The one whose on top is the shorter, more slender one with paler skin and long hair, the one whose on the bottom is the one who would be more masculine if you were just looking at them. The one whose on bottom would be happy with just sex and the one whose on top is looking for more.
It’s still a bit yaoi-ish and so far it is one person on top all the time but we already know Jamie likes it both ways. If Iason won’t let him play with other guys he’ll probably have to “bend” to his wishes sooner or later!
(OR maybe that last part is wishful thinking.)
I suspect Tomo is actually talking about the way Iason and Jamie have been carrying out sex practices so far. I’m not sure how a short track record (one date, granted with multiple sex instances) can already convey how things will ALWAYS be. I would also point out that the boys have sixty-nined, but I’m sure that doesn’t count when making sweeping generalizations.
Honestly, if asked I would seriously doubt Iason would be willing to take anal sex from Jamie, but I think that’s part of his characterization. He’s a HUNTER. Jamie is his PREY. This pair of guys is ONE example of a homosexual couple. This does not mean that AE considers them to be the Platonic ideal of what all gay couples are, or should be.
If anything, I think it speaks more of AE’s quality of writing that she can write characters that are flawed, or different from your preconceived notions. Good writers make you think, explore parts of humanity (or elvenity, whatever :p).
No comment on what might happen in the future, as always, but… @Erka, in fairness to Tomo, I think his objection is that (at least in this one way) they aren’t behaving any differently from what he considers to be many people’s preconceived notions… which is true, and something I thought about as I wrote it.
My ultimate decision was that I wasn’t going to alter Iason’s characterization to turn their relationship into a Public Service Announcement.
Especially when the narrator character has already pointed out in a couple of different places that “gay guys don’t work that way”… and the characters that are firmly invested in the idea that they do aren’t being framed as being geniuses. If I made it any more blatant, it would be… well… blatant.
@14 David: Jamie is 1/16 elven.
As for Jamie’s mother… *sighs and does a mannerism*, and Missy… *shakes head*. She really needs to understand that Jamie isn’t her personal sex toy.
I love Jamie’s mom, and how she wanted her dad to explain how the sex works… That would have been an awkward conversation
The more I read Missy, the more I want to smack her! I keep having to remind myself that she is not a person I can meet in real life and do bodily harm to.
I can’t believe that nobody has applauded the setup of “I call it ‘Vera’”…
I LOLed, and still have a silly smile
I might be mistaken, but isn’t Jamie’s grandpa either a full or half elf? that would make Jamie 1/4 or 1/8 elf.
Man, MU chapters should be printed on coffee cans. I used to wake up in the morning and go right for the Folgers. Now I go straight to the computer and read MU while yelling at my roommate to make some damn coffee.
MOOK!
Hear hear re: smacking Missy. She gets more annoying with every appearance.
Re the discussion about roles in gay relationships: having had a lot of gay male friends over the years, including spending several years working at a GLBT magazine where for some while I was the only female employee, I’ve heard a lot more about many gay men’s sex lives than I wanted to than the average person.
Some guys do identify as strictly tops or strictly bottoms — some don’t. There’s no one way that gay relationships do or don’t work. With some things are one way around pretty much all the time, either because that’s the way both partners like it, or because one is strongly attached to a particular role and the other isn’t, but doesn’t really mind. With others, it’s not like that at all. And this has been the case since way before people in the west went crazy for all things Japanese, let alone had even heard of that Y-word I can never spell correctly.
Likewise, some lesbian relationships follow a butch-femme pattern, some don’t.
Bottom line: same-sex relationships are as varied as any other kind, if not more so. So there’s really not much point in trying to say “gay relationships aren’t like X!”
Type-0: Either ‘her response’ or ‘her to respond’ work, but they don’t work together.
At this point, does anyone like Missy? Anyone? Bueller?
The more she shows up, the shallower Missy gets. Every one has their shallow moments. In order to have depths, you also have ot have shallows, but Missy increasingly appear to be nothing but shallow. I’d love to say that this makes her unrealistic and that there aren’t real people like this, but I don’t like lying. People like this suck.
I love Jamie’s mom. Very… momish.
And something I couldn’t post yesterday due to power outage and accompanying storm: I really liked AE pointing out the problem with forcing a cure on someone who doesn’t want it. I have friends who would love that instant addiction removal, but that is because they want to quit. I have others who don’t regret starting smoking at all, and would quite willingly go through the process of readdicting themselves if someone were to force a cure on them. I wonder if addiction thereapy is available at the mental healing center in addition to the magical addiction removal to help people deal with why they became addicted in the first place.
But…but…the more you know(tm)…*pouts*
How much platinum
Would 20 silver coins buy?
1/25th worth
A tattoo named for
A Drake named for an Empress—
Vera-similitude?
“The guy’s a keeper!”
And that’s really the problem—
Who is keeping whom?
Ugh.
I loathe Missy, like everyone else.
I also loathe…well, sort of loathe Iason.
I’m pretty standard, I suppose; just wanted to put in my two cents.
I know all about the phenomenon where being around certain people is just tiring… it’s like your brain just doesn’t want to engage them, so it slowly starts shutting you down. Unfortunately, I have one friend who triggers that, for some reason I can’t figure out. I like her in mixed company, but I can’t stand being alone with her. I don’t know why.
I think it would have been awesome if Jamie had dumped Iason after the first date. Like “hey, thanks for all the sweet prezzies and the cool show, it was really nice. but you’re kind of an ass, and I’m done with that. kthxbai!” I doubt Iason’s ever been used so thoroughly, and it’d be really enjoyable to see how he reacted.
Jamie is an 1/8 blood.
His Great-grandfather is a full,
His Grandfather is a half,
His mother is a quarter,
so he’s an eighth.
On another note, yes, HATE Missy. Yes, I do know people like that, and I wish I didn’t. What, pray-tell, does she say to her mother? I think she’ll need a bonus story to save her from the Scrappy Heap. (Scrappy being a character everyone hates-like, say, Puddy, or Crossings Iason.) I’m not sure everyone will be willing to put down money for that one, though.
Right then, I don’t hate Iason, but he’ll need a story too, or a confession on the whys of his misogyny.
To end this lengthy comment, hey, when is our girl Mack’s next Mixed Melee? Or, to second #13, Jamie’s. Either way, the main reason we anticipate either is Jamie, right about now. Eh.
“You didn’t dump Marlot, did you?”
“Mom, we were never dating,” I said.
GOD, I hate when parents refuse to just believe what you tell them about who you are and are not dating. I have told my mother a million times that NO, at no point was I dating Ryan, a kid from my high school. YES, we went to prom together. As FRIENDS. It’s been like two years of me trying to explain to her that hanging out != dating. She’s even asked me if I felt guilty for hanging out with Ryan once when I was no longer single, and again, I had to slowly explain to her that I was never at any point his girlfriend.
OMG LOVE the Firefly reference. I can hardly believe you planned that five chapters ahead! No time to say more now.
wow.. didn’t catch the Vera thing until reading the comments. But yeah, i like
I must say that like many of you, I dislike Missy rather strongly. I had mixed feelings about her at the beginning, but I started to not like her quite some time back. I must admit that I did see her being this shallow coming.
On the other hand, as the story progresses, I am liking Iason more. I still think that he is an annoying character, but he does have his redeeming qualities. He’s just really bad at conveying them, and he seems rather bad at differentiating between what he likes and what is worthwhile (if he doesn’t like it it isn’t). So, I am going to withhold having a real opinion on him for the time being. I keep thinking that I like him and then thinking that I don’t in the course of the same paragraph…
And I’m going to chime in on the whole: That’s not necessarily how it works in a relationship thing. The thing is, there are some people who are very firm in which side of a sexual encounter they are on, and there are many that aren’t. Yes, most people can and will go either way, but there are many who won’t. So I don’t think that that is unrealistic at all…
(By the way, I think that I may be accidentally using different variations of my online name on here each time I post… I’m talented. I’m going to try to use this one from now on for the sake of consistency.)
Adrienne Etienne Houseman
@ Tom – I LOL’d out loud. My comment was just going to be “‘I call her Vera.’
”
But I forgot to comment last night. And then I was asleep.
If it would remove my nicotine tolerarance, I’d totally get myself “cured” of my smoking habit regularly. I don’t get withdrawal or (many, only when really pissed, which is really rare) cravings, but I really enjoy a nicotine buzz now and again. I smoke cloves, not regular cigarettes, occasionally pipe tobacco or a cigar, and lately use a Gamucci, and all of these things have tasted really quite enjoyable from the first time. I think the “it’s nasty until you’re addicted” issue is created by nasty tasting, foul smelling, cheap or scrap tobacco cigarettes. But the pipe tobacco has so much nicotine, it takes a lot to get me much of a buzz anymore.
@39 NickDG A long stem pipe also cools the air a bit, so it doesn’t burn your lungs, reducing the amount of damage smoking does directly. Your experience of not needing to adjust to tobacco of any form is not common, but using the higher grade stuff should result in a faster appreciation for the flavor, if not for the feeling of setting your lungs on fire. That discomfort, which does vary from person to person, usually doesn’t fade until you’ve begun to scar your lungs.
I wouldn’t have bothered posting, but I’m bored and I just refreshed and saw your comment.
Yeah, I’m going to prescribe a regular dosage of clue-by-four to Miss Missy – to be taken every 5 hours, or as needed.
TWICE in as many minutes that Jamie has to explain something to her and she just didn’t get it? It’s gotta be some kind of record.
And my favourite line(s): “Iason bought me a house…I decided to wear it on my ears for a while.” It’s almost enough to suspect the existence of at least ten vertebrae.
““Isn’t it?” I said. Since we’d established that it was a female dragon, I didn’t mind the adjective so much. “I call it Vera.””
I laughed so hard I snorted and my nostrils hurt. I had no idea you were a Firefly fan. xD
@Cat: I’ll admit it’s one of the more shameless references I’ve ever thrown in, but… the line works perfectly well in context if you don’t know that it’s a reference, and that’s my rule. I wrote it first as “Her name is Vera.”, then looked at it, and went, “People are going to think that’s a reference anyway… might as well go for it.”
@AE. Firefly and Doctor who references in this universe make it extra awesome.
I like Missy. (ducking from the rocks and cans thrown my way). Just think for a second, if Jamie were just had a little more sadistic side… like borrowed some Steff for a while, and really let loose with his “elven porn star” assets, he could really turn her into his little toy instead of the other way around. narrow minded people are so easy to manipulate, and i think she’s make a good pet.
and yes, i DO see all the typo’s in that, (sigh) i just wasn’t paying attention.
@AE: Which is always a good thing. And it does work perfectly but anyone who knows is just laughing hysterically at it and anyone who doesn’t just keeps reading. Inside jokes ftw!
@ 46 durragh: Oh I do so like your idea of turning Missy into Jamie’s little pet and sex toy… I hope it goes in that direction!
So, it never occurs to Jamie that if his mom could get married at the young age of 33, that maybe Iason could also. Because, of course, it’s his mom.