Author: TFHackett

Stuff It

See: this is why I always advise my single friends, “Don’t fish in the company pool.” Especially when there are two fish attracted to your “worm”.

“So,” asks Cayla, “what was that all about?” Inside Les’ head appears a menu of possible responses, like in The Terminator…and instead of simply telling Cayla what it was about, Les tries to shut her up with a glib response. Let’s see what possible responses pop up in Cayla’s head…I’m betting against her saying what any self-respecting woman would tell a jerk like Les.

Make Edits to This

I think that, short of flipping her skirt over her head, there are no more signals that  Susan can send Les’ way to indicate that she is, how you say, available. In panel 3, the pair are exchanging smirks much like those shared last Friday by Mr. and Mrs. Winkerbean right before Funky bent Holly over Montoni’s counter.

I Touch Myself

Les quickly weary of her incessant badgering (and squealing), but Susan is relentless. “You haven’t called them yet?” “No…anyway, what’s the big deal? The trip to New York cost me nothing, not even a drop of sweat…it’s only the Kent State University Press, they’ll be sitting around waiting for my call…and not for nothing, I’ve already gotten one book published without my even knowing about it. I’ll call them when I’m damn good and ready.” Meanwhile Les’ callous attitude only pours fuel on Susan’s long-smoldering libido…

Susan Screams

Susan chases Les around the teacher’s desk, determined to find out what transpired in Annie’s Big Apple. Les finally spills: the “book agent” “thinks she may have found a publisher for Lisa’s Story.” Not “She found a publisher” or “I got a book deal” or “That old skank finally gave me back my missing manuscript.” No matter: it’s enough to elicit an orgasmic squeal from Station Wagon Susan.