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The Black Widow Agency - Case #2

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“Apple Inc. does not allow iPhone purchasers to use the device as they wish, but as Apple Inc. intends. Dear and fundamental as our cellphone has become to each of use, almost like an extension of our personhood, we don't so much own our phone as lease it under inflexible company made restrictions. Avis is not going to let somebody rebuild a core engine during the term of the rental, right? Well, Apple doesn't want its customers so much as looking under the hood, let alone tinkering with anything.”

“He undid his shirt and I stared at his tan chest, covered with a light dusting of golden hair. He reminded me of a lion, and I felt like a lioness, proud and ready. His belt was off so fast, it clunked when it hit the ground, and he stepped out of his jeans. I was almost blinded by my desire for him then. It was like the edges of my vision were blurred. I reached out to him, and he pulled me close, unhooking my bra and tossing it on the pile of tangled clothes on the grass, and then pressing me against him again. His chest was so warm against my skin that it only made me burn hotter.”

“They allowed the infinite cosmos, infant stars to witness their amalgamation. They fit inside each other, rotating in quiet ritual, adjusting, trying to find the most efficient, most eternal way to become one. Their union echoed across the universe even to planets yet undiscovered by mankind. And even if Earth is destroyed a thousand years from now, the image of them joined beneath a starry sky and bathed in moonlight will ripple outward, echoing until the universe itself collapses.”

“Isaac broke the ink cartridge in his hand until it dripped from his fist. He dipped his hand onto her face, then her aching neck, then to her breasts making waves, carving her in such a way she nearly rose from the bed. He read all her wounds, marks, and scratches like a blind man reading braille. The encoded torment she had allowed herself to be laden with, just to check if she still felt.”