my weird fantasy life
Lately, I've been working like a dog - deadlines deadlines deadlines...
But every now and then, I find myself drifting off. A few weeks ago, I was a male Companion on Serenity. I had the *other* shuttle. Inara and I were friends and rivals who sniped at each other and got drunk together in the wee small hours. Mal called us both whores and flirted with Inara (while he sneaked into my shuttle in the even smaller hours to fuck me senseless. Of course, that was on the nights where I hadn't sneaked off to Jayne's cabin for a bout of hide-the-merc's-gun.) And I had snooty clients who fed me gamebirds poached in wine, and...
But lately, I've been the President on Colonial One. Laura Roslyn is my aide, and I look more distinguished, more elegant, and more damned gorgeous for my age than she does. Plus I have a penis. Gaius Baltar is my sleazy vice president, whose support I earned by...well, let's just say that it wasn't pretty. Speaking of pretty, I have Captain Lee Adama as my military liaison - and lots of liaising is going on. Then there's daily visits with the Old Man himself. Being president of an embattled humanity is exhausting work.
I wonder who I'll be next week...?
But every now and then, I find myself drifting off. A few weeks ago, I was a male Companion on Serenity. I had the *other* shuttle. Inara and I were friends and rivals who sniped at each other and got drunk together in the wee small hours. Mal called us both whores and flirted with Inara (while he sneaked into my shuttle in the even smaller hours to fuck me senseless. Of course, that was on the nights where I hadn't sneaked off to Jayne's cabin for a bout of hide-the-merc's-gun.) And I had snooty clients who fed me gamebirds poached in wine, and...
But lately, I've been the President on Colonial One. Laura Roslyn is my aide, and I look more distinguished, more elegant, and more damned gorgeous for my age than she does. Plus I have a penis. Gaius Baltar is my sleazy vice president, whose support I earned by...well, let's just say that it wasn't pretty. Speaking of pretty, I have Captain Lee Adama as my military liaison - and lots of liaising is going on. Then there's daily visits with the Old Man himself. Being president of an embattled humanity is exhausting work.
I wonder who I'll be next week...?