Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek ...nd they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay Peacethe lovely the boys(as soft as can she)they pose and they primpand they weep for untilthough the dress in the closetsays Nowthe lonely the voices(as apart as can dark)they wish and they waitthrough chill steady rainthough the willows in bittersweetsay Jointhe brash the. By that time I had softened enough to leave that nirvana. We laid on our sides and gazed into each other's eyes not saying a word, not touching each other and not looking anywhere but each other's eyes.Finally Mom stroked my hair and whispered, "I'm yours forever, Tommy."I smiled and said, "The same goes for me, Mom. I'll never leave you."Mom told me to start the generator so she could fix some breakfast. It wasn't much, just some oatmeal and buttered toast. We couldn't keep a lot of dairy. She saw people in them now. Dawn, Louis had said. He'd return at dawn. In time to rescue her from the gathering daylight. Daylight that made her plight impossible to hide. Both knew it was unlikely she'd last that long, but at least it gave her hope. Hope was all she had.She wiggled her toes. They barely touched the floor. She was not only bound to the bed, but suspended upon it, the leather and velvet cuffs holding her aloft. Another Louis idea. The clever little bastard!Someone was looking. Schools and companies have their handbooks. Neighborhoods have their homeowners associations. Even countries have their laws. There are rules written down and unspoken rules socially understood. Rules have benefits and consequences.About this book: The Codex (To Be Defined by the Operator as a Summary of Intent) allows the Operator to write new rules or rewrite old ones. Unless written in permanent ink, rules can be edited or removed at any time by the Operator. A self-sharpening pencil with.Read More
