"But it's not real, I mean you can't have a conversation with it, you can't make love to it. It's just a machine." Oddly enough she doesn't want to think about her father getting hard over a car. Him getting hard in the car and then fucking her, well that's just fine and dandy, apparently sexual arousal over a car is just a line that she is not willing to cross because she has standards. Or something like that.
Chewing thoughtfully she narrows her eyes at him. "You might have to, because I am going to stab you with my steak knife if you don't stop teasing me." Ah, a reoccurring motif in their relationships, a steak knife. It's like Chekov's gun, introduced in act one, might make use of it in act two. Though lets hope not, because last time that happened Salome got cut, and really steak knives are great for cutting into already dead things but not live human beings.
"You need women," she reminds him. "There are certain things that dead meat and cars just can't give you, and I hope you know that, dad." She won't admit it out loud, but this is a delicious steak, and there are some really good salads out there but it's hard to hold a candle to this right here. The seasonings are just where it's at and it's just perfectly cooked through.
Not that she is going to admit that to him.
She tries to maintain her position none the less, sniffing and looking down her nose at him playfully, "Mr. Vasko I don't know how you sleep at night." And then she giggles, because she knows just how he sleeps at night.
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Date: 2012-08-12 11:02 pm (UTC)Chewing thoughtfully she narrows her eyes at him. "You might have to, because I am going to stab you with my steak knife if you don't stop teasing me." Ah, a reoccurring motif in their relationships, a steak knife. It's like Chekov's gun, introduced in act one, might make use of it in act two. Though lets hope not, because last time that happened Salome got cut, and really steak knives are great for cutting into already dead things but not live human beings.
"You need women," she reminds him. "There are certain things that dead meat and cars just can't give you, and I hope you know that, dad." She won't admit it out loud, but this is a delicious steak, and there are some really good salads out there but it's hard to hold a candle to this right here. The seasonings are just where it's at and it's just perfectly cooked through.
Not that she is going to admit that to him.
She tries to maintain her position none the less, sniffing and looking down her nose at him playfully, "Mr. Vasko I don't know how you sleep at night." And then she giggles, because she knows just how he sleeps at night.