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From: Alexis Siefert <ealexissiefert@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Asking Questions {Flash, oral} (Alexis S)
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Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2005 04:10:02 -0500
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Asking Questions
(298 words)
By Alexis Siefert

"This is good?"  

It wasn't really a question--his groan should have been
answer enough--but that's how she talked.  Everything
she said was a question, either through wording or
inflection.

She'd read in a magazine that asking questions opened
up truthful conversation.  According to the article,
it "sends a subconscious message of acceptance and
encouragement.  Asking questions tells the other
person that they're interesting."  Unfortunately, she
took it as gospel and now every statement ended up.  

At dinner: "You're having the Peking Duck?"

In the morning, when he turned the alarm off without
waking up: "You're running late?"

Their conversations had turned into interrogations,
and he'd found himself standing outside at the end of
the day, staring at the front door handle, dreading
the inevitable greeting.  "How was your day?" 
Because, damn it, his answers were never enough.

"Fine."

"Only just fine? Nothing exciting happen?"

Just normal was never enough.  

"Talk to anyone interesting?"  Then, as though she
were schooling an imbecile on the art of conversation,
she'd be off and running. 'Margaret did this at lunch
today, can you believe it?' 'I told you what Tom did on
their anniversary?' 

Fucking magazines.  Fostering open conversation? They
had to be kidding.

"Obviously," he'd tried telling her once, "those
articles aren't written about talking to men."  

But she'd just rolled her eyes and kept asking those
incessant questions.  

She shifted, and he knew she was going to say
something.  He held her head with both hands and
pressed her tighter into his lap, hoping to keep her
from talking.  It didn't work.

"You like this?" 

So he gave it a try.  "Yeah, honey, I like it when you
suck my cock like a whore."

The magazines should have warned readers that they
might not actually want truthful conversation.
 



		
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