Flame Wars are Good
Copyright 1999 by OldTom, all rights reserved.

There she was across his lap, bouncing about, his hairbrush in constant motion. He had been far too cute, insisting she keep her shorts on so that it not hurt too much. Then he complained about his hand hurting, so he pulled out that horrid brush. He said surviving the hair brush would make a good story.

Well, fine. This shorts story had gone on long enough, thank-you-very-much.

He actually seemed to agree. He tossed aside the hair brush, allowed her up, gave her permission to smoke.

"Now it's my turn."

"Sir?"

"We switch. You spank me."

She thought that one over. "Flame wars are good, sir."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"It's an obscure smoking reference."

"You mean where there's smoke there's flame?"

Doesn't it make you hot just to look at her?

You've seen the last story - Click Her Now!

"No, sir. You might be too young to remember."

"Are you getting short with me?"

"Oh, no sir! That's a whole different story. You really don't get it, do you?"

"No, but I'm trying to. Isn't that the point?"

"The smokers were abused. On TV, many years ago. Marks and everything."

"Marks?"

"Black eyes. Flame wars are good, sir."

"Smokers with black eyes, and 'flame wars are good.' What, exactly, are you trying to tell me?"

"I'd rather fight than switch."

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