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Voicemail
Are you there, mother? It's me, Jeffrey! Er, if you hear this, there's absolutely nothing going on and the Captain hasn't removed any further segments! [static] --reasts. Breasts. Breast-- [static] Oh. ...It's, it's still on, is it? I hate phoni--
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Jeff's Office, Thursday
There was a framed picture of the island of Lesbos lying on Jeff's desk. He had printed it - very carefully - and stuck it in the most beautiful frame he could find ($5 at Wall-Mart) and now he was busy going from one wall in the room to the next, trying to find the best place to put it ( Read more... ) -
Jeff's Office, Friday
All right, so it had taken Jeff a bit of time to realise he had an office ( Read more... ) -
On A Train, London, It's Friday Somewhere
"Quickly!" Jeff hissed, jostling Steve with a good shove. "Do it now or it'll be too late! We'll be over-angling!" He shoved a finger in Steve's face. "We've been working too hard on this to over-angle, Steve, it's now or never ( Read more... ) -
Steve and Jeff's Apartment, London, Sunday Morning
"Jeff, have we now learned our lesson about breaking into crypts in the middle of the night ( Read more... ) -
Someone Else's Flat, London, Sunday Evening
"You have to guide me out of here," Jeff hissed into the phone, ducking his head so that he could enjoy the full coverage of the couch. In the distance, he could hear all the going about and the doing things and the calling his name, but he was going to stay here, where it was safe.
"Now what is it?" Steve asked. He sounded distinctly sleepy. And ( Read more... ) -
Steve and Jeff's Apartment, London, the Eighties, Sunday Morning
"I want to be in Disneyland, Steve."
Steve looked up over his toast (and newspaper) with a truly quizzical look. "Now where did that come from?" A beat. "Nevermind. I don't want to know ( Read more... ) -
Steve and Jeff's Apartment, London, Sunday Morning
"PERVERT!"
"PERVERT!"
"Pervert! Pervert!"
"I didn't mean to," Jeff choked out, close to weeping. In fact, he had hidden behind the couch and had his hands folded over his head and. Sobbing. Yes. There were dreams, and there were nightmares, and then there were nightmares that were worse than dreams, or something like it, and then they came to ( Read more... ) -
Room 201, the Arms Hotel, Sunday Morning
"I mean it, Steve," Jeff hissed into the phone, "I have reason to believe that in this very building my fully-melonned former employer has had sex with my upper-frontally endowed former teacher!"
On the other end of the line, Steve groaned. "Je~eeeff. Have you given any consideration to the idea that maybe 'I'm having dinner' just means 'having ( Read more... ) -
A Weetiny Flat in London, Wednesday Evening
Life had been frustrating for Steve yesterday, what with all the jetlag, but now that he was awake and there was a big, firm ocean between him and Jeff's ex-girlfriend, things weren't looking as bad. Actually, as he paced up the stairs with a bag of groceries and a discretely tucked-in mag (that he was going to read strictly for the articles), ( Read more... )