is it done yet? no.

Chapter twenty seven pt3.

Damn it, I will get it done this time. I will, I will, I will.

Requiem is being dramatic about how Anita doesn't want him when Asher walks in. "His hair spread out around the robe, putting the shiny cloth to shame by contrast." I'm having this image of him being completely bald or that his hair is covering the cloth like cat fur. I know that's not the image she's going for, but that's what came to me. Yes, I know, I'm weird.

Elinore has filled Asher in with everything that has happened. It seems like what people's sex lives are like are more interesting than what's happening with the Masters of the City all over the place and the plans for the ballet. It's tonight, by the way, not that you would have known that. It only got mentioned once. I would think something of this importance would get mentioned more often than Anita's sex life. In fact it only gets mentioned in regards to Anita's sex life.

Asher tells them that Ding Dong has tried to get out of her coffin and promises to behave if she does. Requiem tells us that "She vowed to kill me, or scar me so badly that Anita would not want me." Once again, we are confronted with the idea that looks are the only thing that Anita cares about. This keeps on getting hammered into us despite what Anita tells us. It's one of those instances where we're constantly being told one thing but shown another, and the showing is more effective than the telling. We've never seen Anita not care about someone's looks. As I keep on saying, over and over and over again.

After going to huggle Jean-Claude, Asher agrees with Requiem, saying "Yes, I was there when she made that particular threat. She looked at me, and said she'd forgotten that Anita liked scars." If Asher wasn't so self conscious, this wouldn't mean anything, but since everyone is vain, such jabs cut them deep to the core. Of course this would require them to have a core that is deep. Of course, then again, Anita must have a very deep moist core if the guy's are correct in their penis sizing up contests.

Such things are left by the way side, of course, when more important things come to the fore. Mainly Jean-Claude and Asher acting lovey-dovey. Anita's getting angsty because she wants to tell them that they don't have to hide, but she's not sure if she's right about that or not. This gets sidetracked when Asher kisses Anita.

I meant it to be a good-morning kiss. Good, but not too sexual. But it takes two people to keep a kiss chaste and Asher wasn't feeling the least bit chaste.

He explored my mouth with lips and tongue. I melted into that kiss. I danced my tongue over the dainty points of his fangs, slid between them, deeper into his mouth. He pressed us together, hands urgent on my body. One hand undid the sash of my robe. The nude fronts of our bodies were suddenly touching. I didn't even know when he'd undone his own robe, only that the naked press of our bodies drove my hands under his open robe to slide around the smooth skin of his back and buttocks. When I cupped the tight smoothness of his ass, he drew back enough to see my fae. Whatever he saw there painted a fierce look across his own. His voice came harsh and breathless. "Let me feed."

Good morning. Let's have sex. Okay!

Asher has mind-rolled Anita, like Anita has mind-rolled Requiem. Jean-Claude kindly Info-dumps what he thinks is going on. That Asher's ability to fascinate people has grown. "He makes you fascinated with him." This rambles on some, about how they have to see if Asher can really roll her so that she knows if she has to be careful around him. If she needs to protect her self from his power.

There's more yammering about how Anita is a high-maintenance item and everyone is hiding things from everyone else and making other people do things they don't want to do. And on and on and on, but it has nothing to do with why Asher doesn't want to look Anita with his gaze. Three pages to get to this point.

The reason?

He's afraid Anita will kick him out of the bed.

If Anita kicks him out of bed then he won't be able to have sex with Jean-Claude, because that's the only time they're together. "All the touch I am allowed is when you are with us," he says. Actually, they only even touch when they're with her. They don't when they're not because Jean-Claude would assume Anita would think it's cheating. She says, "With another woman, yeah, but I don't have the same equipment. I mean if guys do it for you, I don't have those parts. But it wasn't guys, I thought I was sharing with, it was Asher. He's not just one of the guys to us."

It's selective cheating! Jean-Claude has been such a god boy that poor Asher has been neglected. Now that Anita knows about it, she's going to make it all better and say they can have sex!

In FACT Asher APOLOGIZES to Anita.

"He smiled at me. "I am a selfish clod." He dropped to his knees, gazing up at me. "I wake power drunk, and forget that you have been through so very much in the last few hours. Forgive me."

"You've been keeping me from someone I utterly love and have been with for more than three hundred years, but that's okay, you've had a worse night than me. I forgive you for being such a prejudice bitch."

He's so happy that he gets to have sex with Jean-Claude that there's a big group hug and talk about how the baby is like the baby Julianna couldn't have given them.

Awww...

Gag me. This one took for ever.

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Dear Vending Machine

I want brown sugar poptarts not strawberry poptarts.



Kippur

Respect of Religion

I hate answering the phone.

A very nice woman just called. Her son is in a Christian High School and he's doing a research project on tefillin. They're phylacteries that Jewish men are supposed to put on when praying in the morning. They are hand made and have to be done in a special order and with special requirements, like being sewn with the sinew of a kosher animal and things like that.

This very nice woman wanted to know if there were kits to make tefillin like there were kits to make dreydils. It took several times trying to explain to her that tefillin were holy sorts of objects that had to be specially made and there were no "kits" to make them, like those mission kits that you can buy at Michaels. Apparently the idea that she was going to have to find some other sort of reference to make a model tifillin didn't really stick in her brain.

The fact that she - that her son's project - included making some really felt blasphemous. I mean, yes, it's nice that they're making an effort to learn what tefillin are. But it feels like they're taking something sacred, something that God commanded us, and putting it on display like an item of curiosity next to that upside down cow fetus in Firefly. They don't recognize or understand the importance of the object. At least in the same way that the Jews do.

I mean the very idea that she thought there were kits to make them points out the fact that she doesn't understand what they are or what they mean. They're not Christmas trees or Christmas wreaths.

I think what would have been a better idea would be to have the son talk to a rabbi about the tefillin and that way he could gain a better understanding of what they are (hopefully).

Instead I directed her down to the Jewish neighborhood.

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Short Hostile Takeover chapter.

Title Hostile Takeover
Fandom Anita Blake
Notes Once again; Lan, Orion, Maddy and Kev belong to canadianevil, Alec, Kale and Trever belong to me.

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