Pollock Slang の小説・ストーリー

“Okay. I know what I’m eating. What are you having?” “I’m orderin’.” “Not for me you’re not.” “I never said that. I just said I’m orderin’. It’s polite and shit.” “The add-on at the end of that sentence really rudened it up.” “Rudened? What the fuck is that?” “I made it up, all right? Lay off.”

Camille asked, the hairs on her skin standing as she felt the third players gaze darken with lust and held back a sudden urge to shiver in disgust. “Oh, baby girl, I’m about to show you how real men play poker.” From the back of her mind dziadzia’s (pronounced jah-jah, which meant grandfather in Polish) voice whispered a platitude that sent a shard of pain through her as she’d heard it so clearly it felt like he was by her side.

“I will not adopt that plastic thing. What's up with plastic pum-pum and plastic pem-pem these days? When did the moon goddess become a mannequin?” (Pum-pum - pussy; pem-pem - cock). Nickering like a horse, Zeus’ entire body trembled with repulsion. As much as Raina was fussing, she knew what she was doing. She planned to get my head fucked up. Why would she be playing dollhouse when she can have the real life?