There's nothing I didn't love about this fiction: the plot, the humour, the perfect characterization, the "authentic" language, Justin's cockiness, Emmett's backstory, this sentence: You see, it just so happens that I admire the lovely Lindsay Peterson, and the lovely Lindsay Peterson admires pussy; Justin loving the painting and then Emmett's realization: I looked at Justin, and my heart sank. He had the same expression on his face he had had when he saw Mr. Schafer’s picture. The first B/J meeting:
Quicksand.
The word sprung to my mind the minute I saw his face.
A wonderful story for a beautiful, original graphic :)