06-21-2009, 01:12 PM
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Lysander shrugged at the female, winking. She couldn’t possibly know his history, growing up with Leroy, their adolescent days. She couldn’t know the scuffles they got into, the trouble they caused together, against one another. Theirs was a strange relationship, and even if Leroy had tried to explain to her it would have come out all wrong. Lysander could have done no better a job. Leland and Lyle had the same sort of friendship and rivalry, but on a much more innocent and wholesome level.
“Isn’t that what makes any female want a male? He gives her what she wants? Sheesh. Women, no feeling, no soul. They just suck men dry and leave the corpse when they are done.” Lysander knew this to be true, at least for a good percentage of the women. Others were soft and malleable; you could do what you liked with those girls. Then a small percentage was actually unique, worth while. It was hard to find one of those women, if they really existed at all. “I don’t think you can afford to make that wager in your state of health.” The female still had wounds that were visibly healing, Lysander could ravage her again but he wouldn’t, he was, after all a gentlemen.
Lysander shrugged at the female, winking. She couldn’t possibly know his history, growing up with Leroy, their adolescent days. She couldn’t know the scuffles they got into, the trouble they caused together, against one another. Theirs was a strange relationship, and even if Leroy had tried to explain to her it would have come out all wrong. Lysander could have done no better a job. Leland and Lyle had the same sort of friendship and rivalry, but on a much more innocent and wholesome level.
“Isn’t that what makes any female want a male? He gives her what she wants? Sheesh. Women, no feeling, no soul. They just suck men dry and leave the corpse when they are done.” Lysander knew this to be true, at least for a good percentage of the women. Others were soft and malleable; you could do what you liked with those girls. Then a small percentage was actually unique, worth while. It was hard to find one of those women, if they really existed at all. “I don’t think you can afford to make that wager in your state of health.” The female still had wounds that were visibly healing, Lysander could ravage her again but he wouldn’t, he was, after all a gentlemen.