Mail Order What, Now?

[sime_channel]

Suzi is sprawled across Whistler's chest, listening to his heart beat, after a rather intense day.

And she's had a couple of interesting conversations, to boot. Such as, "Whistler? Carl and I were talking about ways to explain me, um, coming to the United States?"

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[dontlooklisten]

Whistler stretches under Suzi's weight, smiling to himself. "Okay," he says. "What've you come up with so far?"

[sime_channel]

"We're still thinking, understand," She says promptly, smiling against his neck, "but so far? Braille book translator and mail-order bride."

[dontlooklisten]

Pause.

Pause.

Snurrrrrrk.

[sime_channel]

His chest vibrates in weird ways when he does that. Like purring, only not! It is this, more than his laughing, that starts her giggling. "Carl says that one isn't a good choice, though? Because, um, because Latin America isn't a good source for mail order brides?"