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1 " Democracy, liberalism--those are just words on a signpost, she was right about that. But the reality is more like the microflora in your guts. In the West, all your microbes balance each other out, it's taken centuries for you to reach that stage. They all quietly get on with generating hydrogen sulphide and keep their mouths shut. Everything's fine-tuned, like a watch, the total balance and self-regulation of the digestive system, and above it--the corporate media, moistening it all with fresh saliva every day. That kind of organism is called the open society--why the hell should it close down, it can close down anyone else it wants with a couple of air strikes. The question is, how do you arrive at this condition? What they taught us to do was to swallow salmonella with no antibodies to fight it, or other microbes to keep it in check at all. Not surprisingly we developed such a bad case of diarrhea that three hundred billion bucks had drained out before we even began to understand what was going on. "
― Victor Pelevin , The Sacred Book of the Werewolf
2 " She licked her parched lips, moistening them, preparing them. “You could lose your job.”“You could be expelled.”“It’s unethical.”“Dangerous.”His mouth hovered only millimeters over hers. “We doing this?”She hooked her arms around his neck. “God yes. "
― Shelly Bell , At His Mercy (Forbidden Lovers, #1)
3 " I press my face into his cold skin, immersing myself in the smell of the man who has so fundamentally changed me. He twists his head left again, watching me.“If these chains were to disappear, I would tan that beautiful backside for you for that comment.”His tone is low, sending a shiver through me. I feel my breath quicken at his words, imagining me sprawled over his strong lap, my skirts tossed over my torso as he administers my spanking. I clench the moistening muscles between my legs, acknowledging how good the idea sounds. His eyes sparkle as they assess my responses.“You would like that too, wouldn’t you, my captive?” he probes.I swallow hard, knowing that even in this gloom, Anders will notice my colour rising from my neck to my cheeks.“Yes,” I murmur, transfixed by him even in this new role reversal.“Have you missed me?” he asks, moving his arms in the metal chains above us. “Have you missed my discipline?”“You know I have,” I reply, not daring to take my eyes from his blue orbs. "
― Felicity Brandon , The Viking's Conquest
