I haveto applaud Morgan’s skills with the written word—somehow, she managed to getthatpast the editor.
If the weekend from hell still didn’t have me twisted into knots, I’d even laugh.
Instead, I forward the article to Maxim.
Maxim: Aren’t you in class?
Me: I’m bored and this entertained me
Maxim: Respectable student and friend to some? Ha. Is this the same Morgan behind the food charity at Annenburg?
Me: Yep! Isn’t it a delight? I’m surprised the editor let her go to print
Maxim: Sounds as if the paper has a grudge against him lol. A binge-drinking session?
Me: Artistic flourish
Me: ‘For those FEW who’ll attend.’ ROFL
Maxim: If you’re bored… I have a gift for you
Me:
Maxim: Feel like a visit to your father’s grave tonight?
Me: No way
I gape at my screen.
Maxim: Yes way
Maxim: I think I promised my katyonok that she could defile her father’s grave if she wanted
I bite my lip.
Me: Honestly, I feel less like pissing on it and more like fucking you on top of his tomb
Maxim:
I hide a snicker.
Me: Have I shocked you?
Me: ME? SHOCKING MY FAVORITE AMPUTATER?
Maxim: It’s cold out
Me: LMAO
Me: And?
Maxim: I think we may have found a hard limit of mine, kotik
Maxim:
Me: Even better… Have we found something that makes you SQUEAMISH?
Maxim: Apparently
