A week or so later, both of his RPs were well under way, and both of his characters had made contact with his partners’ respective characters.  The fun and games had truly begun, though he was still a little leery of<i>Shadow Queen.  </i>She seemed to be settling into her Candace Frost character, and it was crystal clear that she enjoyed playing her immensely, too.  In addition,<i>GhostWriter</i>was role playing her Marine perfectly, and he’d mention this to her a few times already.  Not too feminine, yet at the same time, not too butch either.<br/><br/>Pierre DuPont, friend, riding partner, and long-time customer, however, wished only to speak about<i>Shadow Queen.  </i>Once a perv, always a perv, Boris amusingly thought.  “I gotta tell ya, Boris,” he began with a devilish grin, “I sure as hell wish I had a physician’s assistant like your Ms. Frost.  Man, I’d make damn sure I got sick or developed a mysterious malady every time.”  The object of his playful ribbing responded with a shrug while sipping from his coffee mug.<br/><br/>“I mean, what was your Anatoly doing at the clinic anyway?  Just a regular checkup, right?” Pierre inquired, though he already knew the answer.  “For a normal exam, she sure was lingering around his boxer-briefs for quite some time.  Did he, uh, achieve bonerville?”  As usual, it was clearer than the beautiful day developing outside that he was enjoying this.<br/><br/>Despite himself, Boris laughed and replied, “He was on his way.  Not full-on just yet, but yeah, he was getting there.”  Another sip, and then, “She and I had talked about that scene in our PM.  Seems Candace was most pleased with his, um, reaction.  She’s gonna come up with some kinda excuse to have him come in for another office visit the next day.  Thinking of touching him, er, down there she tells me.  On purpose or ‘accidentally,’ I dunno.”  He continued laughing, free to admit that<i>Shadow Queen </i>was indeed a splendid writer.<br/><br/>“The thing I don’t get though, is she could lose her job or her license, or whatever it is a PA has if she was to get caught,” Boris said.<br/><br/>“Oh, will you knock that shit off?” Pierre refuted quite animatedly.  “That’s real life you’re talking about.  What the two of you are doing is<i>not </i>real life.  Not even close.  How many times do I have to tell you this?”  There was a gleam in his eyes, so Boris knew he wasn’t truly upset.  “Besides, real life is bad enough, so why would you want any of that in your RP?  Just roll with it and get your freak on with Candace already,” he advised with a larger-than-usual smile.<br/><br/>“Yeah, easy for you to say,” countered Boris.<br/><br/>“It is, my friend, and in my opinion, you’re more than holding your own with her,” Pierre answered with a tilt of his mug.  “So tell me, Boris, do Xenomorphs exist?”  In answer, the shop’s owner simply frowned at his silly question.  “Exactly!” Pierre said, now aiming for the jugular.  “That’s not real life, yet you seem to be enjoying that story a lot, with no foreseeable problems like losing your license or something.”<br/><br/>“All right, all right,” Boris laughingly protested, knowing he’d been beat.  “All good points, and I’ll keep them in mind.”<br/><br/>“Good,” answered Pierre.  “Now then, you been reading up on your BDSM?”  The facial expression from Boris clearly indicated that would be a no.  “Are you freaking kidding me?!  With each and every post from you two, you’re getting closer and closer to Showtime, baby.”  A shrug was all Pierre received as a response.  “You might wanna read up on some of that shit, man,” he recommended.  “You’ll want proper answers and details when it’s your turn to post once she gets going.”<br/><br/>Boris muttered something about seeing to it, while Pierre just nodded in agreement.  “I do hope your Anatoly likes his ass turning cherry red,” his friend teased.  “And who knows, maybe she’ll want her Candace’s ass turned cherry red instead.”  He winked at Boris, seeing an obvious uneasiness descend upon him.  Enjoying it, too.