“Stop moaning. Quiet, I command you. . .”

“Geeze Louise, you’d think I’d nicked a vain, I mean vein. Snigger.”

“Ouchy! This is such fun!”

“Dry white wine, crisp salad, hot  . . . nurse.”

“I’ll make a killing on this one. . . “

The telepath slipped into anesthetically-enhanced silence.

Thought up for Kat’s Twittering Tale 142 (280 characters).

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