Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 28

By Steve Howard

Just a short note at the end of the day. Lilly confronts Esau about his contract on her.

Day 414 has a taste of astrophysics, the history, speculative from a Poopeenah trip, of the universe and Lilly invites Anna Lucia to the cottage for a few days. “For a threesome.”

For a swim in the lake.

415 Barbaralba and Namor have walked to Bridgetown North and will stay to visit Hanas. And the Blakes are coming.

Esau has the two girls to control his actions. He likes it.

416 They have a fun night with the Drakes and Hanas. In the morning they had an encounter with a large squid that had been trapped in the large fish trap. They had to help it out so it could be back with a proper amount of water.

How soon can we communicate through machine intelligence to translate the thoughts of other creatures. Be a thing to bet on. Pick a date. I’m going with March 1st 2028.

417 was a dreary day with little to say. A short insight and a short visit to fairytale lands.

418 was a full day of writing. So much was told. Some of Eden with our two lovers. Their events and near plans. And our other this time lovers, the three of them, are back in New York. And Esau has a new assignment. We find out more later. And the bloody sound loop is on below me. Bitch.

419 Jack and Anna Lucia investigate at the bank. Twelve safety deposit boxes emptied. A hole in the floor. Then they go to the owner of the boxes. He is dead. Mr. Diamond. Real name Mr. Kuntz. Murdered at 98. Hardly a tragedy but the killer has picked a dangerous family. Obviously has not read The Torah.

420 More bad news about the housemaid personal assistant of Mr. Kuntz. And Ms. Kuntz, the daughter, hired the Tim Reaper Company to find the stolen stones and the killer. Yes, it is an ugly mess but other people are having a nice day. So no worries but for pollution. What we call climate disaster. And fat people. The fat pandemic from shit food. Corn syrup.

421 was, like today is, a bloody Sunday. Today is sunny and loverly. Likely not going out. Did yesterday. Made pasta for lunch. Haven’t done that since the spring. Some things happen. And on we go.

422 Mostly poetic babble and clever pontification. The mad teacher without students. Laws without prudence. No. No laws. Just in the wilderness calls. Is anyone conscious. We are here.

423 Mostly philosophy or something like it. Mark killed Jorg but other that Jorg, no now knows. And Mark is now on a cargo ship. On his way.

424 Esau figures Mark could be on a ship. Public transportation was not open to him. So they gotta keep looking. And other things. Such as a hero is a lone wolf. On the mission. No time for love. Just a life of misery and struggle.

425 If some of this fits for Second Genesis we can edit the snarky flip attitude of what the fuck out and make it look proper. Maybe in 2023. Unless I decide to take a little time to have some fun. Get a woman and take a walk in the moonlight. It’s been a long time since, not counting the solo walk last March, I walked in the moonlight. That’s a song.

426 is a day of beating at the bottom of a bitumen pit, like our friend Joseph, looking for some poetic pleasure even if it must be a little sardonic and melodramatic.

427 We get to the scene of a crime. And some other news of one world or the other. We have a purpose. Some say we don’t. But we are the children of exploded stars. When we grow up, we will care for stars. So they have a long healthy life. That is a real purpose.

428 Crazy times to finish up. The day pulled me to the river and I was held by friends at the café until she came. It is not containable. The narrator works at staying away from the little goddess. But it hurts. And she is too aware.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Howard
• Release date: Dec 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005763961

Steve Howard

Born in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada 1960. Moved to London, Ontario, Canada in 1967. Started playing hockey and piano. Went to Sir Wilfred Laurier High School and played the trumpet.Studied Architectural Technology at Fanshawe College of Applied Arts and Sciences. Started playing guitar and writing a little. On a trip to the mountains in 1982 with a friend I decided, or was awakened to the knowledge that I was going to pursue writing. Graduated 1984 and moved to Toronto.Moved to Saarbrücken, Germany in 1993.Have traveled many places in North, Middle and South America and Europe.Besides reading and writing also work on photography and music.

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Lunanity

Love Life Cult

Love Letter for Luna

Book 28

Steve Howard 773U5

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Table Of Content

day 413 25.06.2021

day 414 26.06.2021

day 415 27.06.2021

day 416 28.06.2021

day 417 29.06.2021

day 418 30.06.2021

day 419 01.07.2021

day 420 02.07.2021

day 421 03.07.2021

day 422 04.07.2021

day 423 05.07.2021

day 424 07.07.2021

day 425 08.07.2021

day 426 09.07.2021

day 427 10.07.2021

day 428 11.07.2021

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Dear Luna. It is the end of the 25th of June. 23:33 and that means not much more tonight. Tomorrow is Saturday so we might get on about something for many things are happening. In a way, Esau is relieved that Lilly knows. She was still naked and holding his genitalia. And smiling.

You killed other people.

I really did refuse to kill you, Lilly.

You did kill people for a living.

It’s a dirty job but someone has to do it.

You can eat my ass.

Okay. That’s it for today my love. Little Bunny gonna listen to some music then think about shutting it down for the night. You are beautiful and I love you.

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day_414_26.06.2021

Luna, My Love, it is eight the next morning. The sun is busting up any hope of dim and dreary so we will start the book with happy and cheery. I have chewed up the inside of my lip again.

First, let us get organized. This is a new book and a book needs a beginning. We will point out a few details.

There are eight more books that are empty on the table. That is still a bit of writing before the typing begins. It is getting close to the end of the story. And your love declaration. This is the start of Chapter 40 in Genesis Two. Or do we call it Second Genesis. Or Establishing Evolved life and mostly intelligent bipedals on a not bad but covered in ice exoplanet at the edge of the Goldilocks befuckery. For now, we leave it.

Is this the only solar system where we have sent a ship. Did we flee from our home planet or just go for a big adventure. I need a clean glove. And, hockey fans, we left in the middle of the season last chapter. No worries, the Icebirds continued to dominate. Now, 6 or 8 years later, there are 32 teams. Men and Women. We have all the other sports as well. And for soccer fans, Barbaralba and Namor are on their way to Lacuna, the place for soccer. It is just the end of hockey season and Barbaralba and Namor want to take a trip to see Narnok and the Old Man and travel up the coast.

They are not in a hurry. Even if they miss part of the basketball season. The Old King can handle the women without Namor and Barbaralba is not the star of basketball. She plays mostly because she loves to be with her friends.

How many people have you killed.

Esau looked at Lilly and tried to calculate. But then he stopped and smiled.

I don’t like to think about it. And most of them was while I was in the military. That I can’t talk about.

So you went professional after you left the military.

It was what I was trained to do. It is how big business still operates.

Even with the new technologies.

There is still mining and big money to be made.

Lilly lay back on her back. She still held Esau’s cock so he knew she was not going to send him away. She was wondering how common it was and would she have to kill anyone.

I don’t like it, Esau. I would prefer not to have anyone killed because of land rights or whatever.

Um.

Do you know why my playboy lover wanted me dead.

I had no contact with him.

I was pegging his father. For many years. A regular.

Esau got up on one elbow to look at Lilly.

On a professional basis. He paid to have me dominate him. He liked the submissive roll.

Esau had heard of such things. There were videos on the web he had seen. Lilly was a dominating woman.

Do you want to think about that on our way into town for lunch.

Esau laughed. He was in a loop imagining Lilly at work. She described her office at Tanta Tanja’s night club. Yes, she still ran it at a good profit. Her girls rented rooms from her. She ran it like a therapy business. You have an ailment that is mostly an itch you need someone to get to.

They took the neighbour’s bicycles.

I’m certain it is too soon for this pen to be empty, Luna. But fuck. We try a new one before my arm falls off from the pushing. Let’s see if this fucker gets to see the end of this book.

Anyhow. Esau lets Lilly ride ahead of him. Partly to watch her ass but also her back. He was aware that Lilly had gone from his career of taking out targets to giving rich business men sexual dominance therapy with little question. So you killed people. Well, I ream their assholes until they cry.

They had both retired from their jobs and taken on more pleasant occupations. He knew they had both enjoyed their previous jobs. Just not the kind of career to do into old age. The older one got, Esau nearing forty, Lilly nearly twenty. Just kidding, she was 24 already. She looked young.

It is nearing the middle point of this Saturday afternoon. We thought we saw Poopeenah Proton outside Bunny’s hole but she may have fucked off without us and left us to the tedium of wondering about an afternoon snack. In a world where I was not so absolutely single and isolated in a monk cell in a pandemic after the end of the world and the start of exponential sliding into the Space Age, I might go out for an ice cream. But ice cream is a bit like beer. Something to share.

I was watching some track event, 3,000 meter thing where they jump a few times. And the Corona, not to single them out for all advertising is lies. Cuntism. Anyhow. They never show fat of skinny worn out alcoholics. No. A few beautiful humans having a beer with a lime in it. In a beautiful setting. Such as a beach. Oh how I would love to be at a beach. Walk in the sand. This is life. That is what they tell you. Drinking beer is life. And ain’t nothing like a nice cold beer. But it is not life. It has been getting fat fucks pregnant for 2,000 years.

Would drink a beer if I had a cold one. That was a nice thing about the studio. Feel like a cold beer. We have one here.

They have cold beer at the corner. But I will drink chocolate coffee and be fine. Same idea. Dopamine or something.

Anyhow. Where had we gone if we had hitched a ride with Poopeenah Proton.

To some place in the unknown universe. For it might be a thousand times bigger than the known universe so more likely for a place to land and seldom be back. Unless we are talking Poopeenah. She is a special kind of proton.

And we would be in a white hole. A crazy event. For it is the opposite of a black hole where it takes next to forever to get out, in a white hole you can’t stay in. You would not usually be invited. Poopeenah had a back stage pass and we got to see. Nothing. For it was far too bright. The most illuminant light bright out of sight delight. Even with eyes closed and welder’s glasses on, there was nothing to see. It was, however, a blast. A blast into a nearby, relatively, universe right at the start. Blasting out and into it at Poopeenah speed. And after a while there was enough darkness to see the light. Still awful bright.

Poopeenah, where are we, what is happening.

This is a new universe, see that big ball of fire, it is a monster star about to burst.

They were everywhere they passed. Big bubbles of hydrogen all hot and wild, going pop. Pop pop pop. One big bubble after the next while the little universe grew and created more elements and smaller bubbles of hydrogen. And mixed balls around them. Stars and planets. And they were clustered into galaxies and gravity grew in strength and it pulled more elements together.

And then, there was life. Just like now in our universe. Bunny woke up from his nap and felt like he had been on that trip. And when he thought some more, knew everything in a universe was on the trip. The trip of the singularity, the white hole that was outside in and it was all in and out was part of the little baby universe. The wild wonderful creature just awakening. Doing its best to make a fairytale of love for him. With Little Loon.

The sun, My Love, has left my balcony to go hang out on your balcony until it buggers off to shine on the Americas. Like it has done for 4 and a half billion years. Of course it isn’t really like that. The sun