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Episode Fifteen — Part V (Chapters three to seven) -- Final Episode!After they move Shute, Helena and Max have an ethical discussion...
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Episode Fourteen — Part V (Chapters one and two):Spider and Seedy finally come to the Kunfu-riffic conclusion to...
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Episode Thirteen — Part IV (Chapters eight to twelve): Hippolyta...
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Episode Twelve — Part IV (Chapters five to seven): Rob explains how...
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Episode Eleven — Part Four (Chapters three and four): Helena and Rob...
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Part Four (Chapters one and two): Determined to save Ariadne and...
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Win a copy of , or a role in my next novel. .Episode Nine — Part Three (Chapters four to eight): This slightly...
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Episode Eight — Part Three (Chapter four): In this episode we gather...
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Episode Seven — Part Three (chapters one to three): This episode is...
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In Episode Six (Part II – The Human Ideal – chapters six to nine),...
info_outlineAn excerpt of Rob waiting at a Starbucks for his new love:
“I’ll wait for you at the Den of Ubiquity,” I whispered, “next door.”
I liked the chain’s coffee, though I’m not a connoisseur. I’m not sure you need four or five of them within a one-block radius, no matter how addicted to their brand of caffeine you might be. Perhaps it is the marvellous decor that people can’t get enough of — too bad you can only sit in one at a time, though I suppose if they put webcams in each store you could “enjoy” them all at once.
The barista was fetching, there was no doubt, even if I was already smitten with Ariadne. Now, you must remember, I had not been in a “relationship” for some time, and I was yet to get into that mindset. I noticed her making the coffee right away. Perhaps it was her overwhelming competence — she only had to hear a customer ask for a double-milk-latte-half-caf-mocha-frappa-dappa-doolay once, and she had the order — but I think it was her distracted, yet annoyed smile that did it for me. It could have been her voluptuous figure, of which I could only see the top half. Perhaps it was the man-juice flowing in my veins. So, I had no reservations about sitting there, sipping my Kenyan High-land Roast Orgasm, or whatever it was called, while Ariadne finished her shift.
She arrived in time to rescue our budding romance from my fickle male nature. When she walked in, looking as dignified as any upright hominid can in a polyester uniform adorned with the Consume-It! logo; I forgot all about the angry barista."