#2

By Mike Duron

In these three new stories of Mike Duron's "Twisted Triplets" series, a lonely electrical engineer gets a "Hookup," but not the kind she wants, a hot internet tycoon finds out "The End is Near," and a prurient "Gore" afficionado finds love in the end. These stories will take you on a journey you won't soon forget -- and leave you wanting more!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mike Duron
• Release date: Apr 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301171644

Mike Duron

Mike Duron lives in a dark, dank cave, somewhere in Texas. He survives on a diet of pork rinds, pumpkin seeds, Busch beer, bologna, bread, and the occasional dollar burger from McDonald's. Beyond this, how does one say what this author was, is, and may some day be? Will the great St. Francis de Sales intercede as a patron for this flagitious fiend of fiction? Likely not. Will the sad, raging beast, Grendel, return for his cave some spooky night while the author is tapping away at his keyboard? Perhaps. Still, the author will tap, tap, tap, tap away ... as he tries to ignore the faint conversations of Nona, Decima, and Morta echoing in the darkness above him.

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#2

MIKE DURON

Copyright 2013 Mike Duron

Smashwords Edition

All rights reserved.

Cover image courtesy of Robert & Mihaela Vicol. Cover design by Mike Duron.

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and locations portrayed in this book are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.

ISBN: 9781301171644

DEDICATION

For Richard Matheson and Philip K. Dick. Thank You.

Hookup

Margot sipped her wine and refreshed her inbox. She'd never done anything like this and could hardly wait to see what sort of response she would get to her ad. Nothing yet. Maybe she should have included a picture? Just something to entice. She looked around her bedroom and, spotting the full-length mirror on her closet door, thought she could use that. She wished she had a friend to take the pic for her, then, as she thought about how much she hated those silly self pics teenaged girls used to flood the internet, it occurred to her she could simply place another ad looking for a guy who might be interested in photographing a horny, nude, somewhat plain electrical engineer.

She was about to start creating the ad when the first response came in. It was from some person using the name Studly. The email simply read, Send full nudes. Will respond with same. Right, she thought. So I send this person nude pics, never hear from them again, then find my pics on some porn site three years from now. I don't think so.

She deleted the email and returned to creating her ad when, unexpectedly, somebody rang her doorbell and knocked at her door.

Dressed only in a t-shirt and panties, she left her bedroom, made her way downstairs, and went to look through the peephole of the door to her apartment. It was a girl -- tall, slender, nice bosom, late teens, early twenties, redhead. Dusk was giving way to night as Margot opened the door. She hid behind it modestly and only stuck her head out to speak with the girl.

The readhead had been fidgeting with a medium sized pink case, but looked up when the door opened. She suddenly lit up when she saw Margot's face.

Hello, ma'am, she said. Ma'am, thought Margot. I'm barely thirty two. How old do I look to this kid? I'm just in your neighborhood showing people love eggs tonight. Have you ever seen them?

Love eggs? said Margot. Um, no, actually, I haven't, but I'm a little busy right now. She started to close the door, but the redhead literally stuck her foot in the gap.

Oh, you really need to see them! she said. Margot thought the girl's personality, like her pink cowgirl boots, purple jeans, and tie-dye t-shirt, was entirely too young for her looks. Or maybe the girl just looked older than she actually was. I'm working my way towards a college degree, continued the girl. Every love egg I sell really helps me get closer to my goal.

I see, said Margot. She smiled politely and looked down at the girl's boot. It looked barely worn. She wore her pant legs tucked in to show off both bright pink fashion monstrosities in their entirety. Excuse me. Do you mind?

The girl smiled broadly as she pushed the door open and entered happily. Oh, no. Of course I don't mind! she said. Thanks for letting me in. I've been out here forever!

She stood in the middle of the living room and took in the twenty-foot high vaulted ceiling, the fire in the fireplace, the paintings and prints on the walls, and Margot's furniture. She held the pink case in front of her, like a school girl holding a lunch box. Wow! she said. She didn't seem to notice Margot was only partially dressed. "You have a cool place. I hope I can have a place like