Fuckship

The awful bloody friendship/courtship/fuckship race.

[…] Gumption?” “You don't even like me.” “That's not a question.” “Do you?” “Let's not do this, lucky one. We'll destroy the fuckship in six seconds' time.” She snaps her fingers across her face. “Fuckship?” “What else is it?”

Anyway, after sitting in my vehicle for about ten minutes, I called the one person I knew would come through for me. I thought of him as Old Reliable and he probably thought the same thing of me. I had known him for years and, yes, our fuckship was semi-incestuous because he was like a little brother to me.