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"I have a pen." Samuel stared at the documents in Bron's outstretched hand. His own hands were resting on his knees and they were shaking. Bron took out a pen with his other hands and placed it on the documents. Samuel slowly took the pen from Bron's hand, then he gritted his teeth as he broke it in half and threw it away. “Go to hell you dishonest piece of shit.”

ucap Pak Manto. “Ayah, apa ayah ingin anak ayah menjadi janda?” tanya Monica. “Lebih baik jadi janda daripada kamu harus dimadu oleh suamimu yang miskin itu!” jawab Pak Manto geram. “Hmm aku sudah mencabut semua fasilitas yang dia miliki ayah, termasuk tabungan sudah aku pindahkan semua,” ucap Monica.

Didn't say another word. I changed in the corner. The boxer briefs were too tight. Everything on display. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. Because if I looked, I'd see the guy who let his stepbrother use him. The guy who came in his hand and then came back for more. The guy who's about to strip for a room full of old men because he has no money and no options and no one who actually gives a shit about him. The red room was downstairs. Low ceilings. Red lights that made everyone look sick or sexy, I couldn't tell which. A stage in the center with a pole that shone under the lights. A handful of older men in booths around the edges, drinking whiskey, watching.

They and their children can live together peacefully. A household with five men sharing a woman. Similar to the legend of the puppet show in one of the areas in Anindira's world. Who would have thought that Anindira would enter a fantasy world? *****

The guests at the engagement party were whispering among each other. They were waiting to see my family make a fool of ourselves. Luke, impeccably dressed in a suit, stood on stage with a smile on his face. His voice rang out clearly through the entire banquet hall. "Dear guests, I'm sure you all witnessed the commotion earlier. My father-in-law took Jim Charleston in when he was a young boy. Unfortunately, Jim became twisted after being abandoned by his family, and his jealousy led to extreme actions."

Wherein Jack (that's me), a man of extreme horniness and questionable morals, invites his new girlfriend, his other new girlfriend, his best friend, and his best friend's wife into his bed. You might want to read the other parts of this story first, starting with Convenience vs. Need, if you haven't already. * * * *

"but why?" "that's because I never sleep.""you never sleep?" "the London bridge--we, all of us. we never sleep." "how's that possible?" he leaned down to face the boy, a dark look on his face"that's the price we all have to pay."and then rising up, his voice became normal again, his voice became the regular voice of Dumont Bucharest the bartender,not the gabager with two careers."I guess I lived around patriots and here all my life, but I have my residence here in willows, became a sanitation worker when I was seventeen. I know waste, they are as familiar to me as my own worn clothes, or any soft hard drink you could recommend. 'part the drinks, I just told you my dirty hobby kid. emptying t