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1 " Zachary looked down into the swirling morass that was his beer as the man walked onto the stage and started to play a solo piece, the band respectfully allowing him to start off his set by staking his claim. Zachary would give him staking his claim. He had his guitar nestling close by his side, as always, the leather of the case gently touching his calf, sending an almost erotic charge through his body every time he moved like the less than innocent brush of a future lover's hand on a bare arm. "
― Pete Langman , Black Box
2 " Not so mouthy now, eh, old man?’ Sneered the elder of the two. The girl sat next to him pulled a line of chewing gum out of her mouth, winding it round her finger and then starting to chew it again. She had her other hand on the youth’s thigh, just below his crotch.‘Yeah, stupid old fucker. Not so mouthy now?’It was this lack of imagination that he deplored more than anything.‘Can you boys not think of anything more original? "