DOUBLE DOG DARE YA!

"That must be why she likes swimming naked in the dark."

"if she was a naturist it would only be in the sense where it pertains to natural selection. less people around at night to hear you call. darker water."

"I'm good in a tight spot. Yes, hello, Margot."

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"but the thing is, I'm on a really tight deadline. and I came all this way..."

“You avoid the word ‘please’ with me like it is the name of an ex-lover.” Mentally handsy. Sensual. Like a finger tingle-tickling the reeded curve of her spine. Teasing, riling, chin tilting up: “I would like to hear you say it.”

"I would really appreciate if I had control of the iPad, Doctor Chilton."

She didn’t say ‘please’. Frederick’s eyes roll and loiter under the severe awning of his brow line as he considers how strict to act. Then, his stare—sharp—drops to Margot like two skewered green olives plopped in a dirty martini. He smiles—slim. He hands her the ipad with a flourished flick of his wrist.

“A demonstration on what strokes you know could prove beneficial.”

She's impatient. She reaches for the iPad, leaning into him—his space fully encroached upon.

“You avoid the word ‘please’ with me like it is the name of an ex-lover.” Mentally handsy. Sensual. Like a finger tingle-tickling the reeded curve of her spine. Teasing, riling, chin tilting up: “I would like to hear you say it.”

“Psychology is interpretive. Closer to naming synchronized swimming routines than” his head cants like a near-empty merlot bottle, mind deliriously wine-dark, pouring out what little he can: “the marine biology lurking below.”

"If you're struggling to identify schools of fish and plankton—or—oh, I'm sorry—backstrokes and butterflies—you only need to say that. I'm sure I could step in wherever necessary."

“A demonstration on what strokes you know could prove beneficial.”

Frederick is eerily motionless. Mentally stalled and enthralled. A short, delayed pause—as long as it takes a boiler to hum hot after twisting a mercury thermostat up. Heat is rising. Silent, he nods. Equally agreeing and urging her to go on.

"How much of your management relies on implication?" she wonders, tone indicating she thinks she knows the answer. "I wouldn't leave anything up to interpretation."

“Psychology is interpretive. Closer to naming synchronized swimming routines than” his head cants like a near-empty merlot bottle, mind deliriously wine-dark, pouring out what little he can: “the marine biology lurking below.”

“I am typically accused of hailing from the lower divine provenance.” Frederick smirks. “What would you be?”

Then: "I'm not particularly angelic, am I?" Or is she fishing? "And in a professional capacity, well—I'd do my worst."

Frederick is eerily motionless. Mentally stalled and enthralled. A short, delayed pause—as long as it takes a boiler to hotly hum alive after twisting a mercury thermostat up. Heat is rising. Silent, he nods. Equally agreeing and urging her to go on.

“Why don’t you tell me more about your sensible regime change.” Tone dropping like unbelted suit trousers: “How would you do it?”

"Well, I wouldn't treat myself as their higher power, first of all." A reference to his consistent observation. Their makes her feel distant from the inhabitants of Dr. Chilton's hospital, even if she's only narrowly evaded their fate. "It's very Orwellian. Your patients could easily draw all sorts of assumptions."

“I am typically accused of hailing from the lower divine provenance.” Frederick smirks. “What would you be?”

“I teach superheroes.”

"i imagine they're harder to train than other people."

“The Hulk” not to be confused with Bruce Banner “thought CPR stood for ‘civilian public relations’. I asked him what he knows and he posed for a selfie.”

As smooth as those corpses’ callus-crunchy heels.

"I'm an actress."