“Tell me again,” Pierre said, while wiping tears from his eyes with the<i>Kleenex </i>Boris had handed him.  Annoyingly glancing around his shop’s customer lounge, Boris repeated verbatim what was said less than two minutes ago.  Upon completion, Pierre once again put the<i>Kleenex </i>to good use.  “Why did you tell her the truth?” he asked between gulps for air.  “Why would I lie?” the shop’s proprietor snapped back.  “Exactly for this reason,” Pierre volleyed back, having placed the damp tissue on the table near his coffee mug.  “And how was I supposed to know?” Boris lobbed back.  This was worse than a tennis match, but far more exciting.<br/><br/>“Okay, I’ll give you that one,” the customer stated with grace.  “Knowing<i>Shadow Queen, </i>she mighta had it in for you no matter what you said.”  Boris was overjoyed that Pierre found this all so amusing and entertaining.  At his expense, of course.  “You ever RP with her?”  Pierre casually shook his head, with no trace of regret.  “Nope, she’s not my type.”<br/><br/>Following a sip from his own<i>B’s Knees Moto </i>coffee mug, Boris enquired, “Your type?  What does that mean?”  Pierre weighed his thoughts before answering, clearing his throat in the process.  “Well, y’know how a lotta members prefer story over smut?  Say, 60/40 or 70/30?”  The shop’s owner nodded knowingly, surrendering the floor completely to his RP mentor.  “<i>Shadow Queen </i>leans the other way.  70/30 smut over story, and romance, if you wish.  She will probably handle most, if not all, of the sex scenes in vivid detail.  You’ve read her writing, yes?  You just have to keep up.  Oh, and cover the story aspects, maybe not all of it though” he quickly added.  “But don’t worry, she’ll give you ample opportunity to get your kink on.”<br/><br/>Pierre winked mischievously at his sometime riding partner.  “Best bring your A-game, buddy, and don’t forget to wear your big-boy pants, and any other stupid clichés I may have missed.”  Both men laughed easily, though Pierre’s laugh was far more raucous than Boris’.  They settled into a comfortable silence, each to his own thoughts.<br/><br/>As the two men eyed each other, Boris was unsure of his friend’s expression.  Was that a mixture of amusement, pity, and envy?  Based on what was said, he was pretty sure the third component of that list could be ruled out.  “Either way,” Pierre piped up, “I’m looking forward to reading your story with her.”  Coffee mug to his lips, he watched Boris expectantly.  “What?!  No way!  Not if it’s in a PM!” he exclaimed.<br/><br/>Pierre chuckled a little too disconcertingly for his own good, as far as Boris was concerned.  “Not how it works, my naïve friend.<i>Shadow Queen </i>don’t do PMs.  You RP with her, it’s either a thread or nothing.  Who’s starting it?  Her?”  A nod from Boris, and then, “Well, there you go.  Now, you do realize this also means your little<i>GhostWriter </i>friend is gonna be able to read it, too, right?”<br/><br/>Yep, confirmation had just been received.  Just like that, things went from bad to cluster-fuckitis.  Slumping in his chair, Boris shook his head, while at the same time wondering if there was any whiskey in the shop.  His coffee, he just recognized, was in dire need of some pep.