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Skeeter Kitefly's Sugardaddy Confessor

a novel by P. S. Ehrlich

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  PART TWO:  The Conditions 

The Ups and Downs of Skeeter Kitefly

Part One
Part Two
Part Three

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Skeeter Kitefly's Sugardaddy Confessor

Part One
Part Two
Part Three

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Skeeter Kitefly's
Titular Assets

COMPACTIFICATION
behind the scenes


RoBynne O'Ring's
GRUNTS OF
PASSION

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TO BE HONEST

FINE LINEAGE

13 BLACK CATS
UNDER A LADDER

BOLSTER,
NOT MOLEST HER

MARAT À LA MODE

BAGELANNA

OLD LITTER

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Last Updated

March 20, 2010

IX—Since My Last Confession

Skeeter wraps up her monologues,
cleans Peyton's apartment, and
christens his bathtub with her
"exquisite young BAHdee"—while he
can feel only impending doom.
 

...Poor little penitent, already on record as having been deceived by a bass-ackwards hoodwinker, having no one better to tell her troubles to than the Wizard of Schnoz.  Himself a a charlatan, a mountebank, “something of a humbug”—pay no attention to that man behind the venetians!...

Click here to read "Since My Last Confession"
(webchapter version)

and here to read "Since My Last Confession"
as it appeared in Entropic Desires
 

Braced for the coup de grâce, Peyton
undergoes resurrection instead at the
hoodoo-undoing hands of Skeeter's
be-all and end-all.
 

...How would the old you be handling this?  Well, for one thing it’d be YOU doing the handling, the unfrocking and depantsing, the managing of buttons and zippers and such.  Hamhandedly perhaps, but at any rate upperhandedly; taking and having the advantage instead of being taken and had.  So this is what passive compliance is like, as seen from the inside: stretched out here on the discarded huckaback like a neck-wrung feather-plucked cold dead rooster...

Click here to read "Shivaree Bewitchery"
(webchapter version)

and here to read "Shivaree Bewitchery"
as it appeared online in Bastard Fiction
 

Awaking in each other's arms,
Skeeter and Peyton take stock of the
situation—and Skeeter suggests a
further step to seal their compact deal.
 

“...I may be a natural-born arsonist but I wouldn’t set your chest hair on fire—not with a cigarette, anyway.  Kind of reminds me of this shag carpet I had in my place on Garfield Street, back in Demortuis—except that was lime-green.  And less curly.”  (Nibble nibble nibble.)  “Making love on that carpet was like doing it outdoors, in a field or meadow. 
I sure have missed that carpet.  Till tonight, that is.”  (Nibble nibble nibble.)  “Am I talking too much again?  I do make you listen a hell of
a lot...”

Click here to read "If I Fell"
(webchapter version)

and here to read "If I Fell"
as it appeared in The Shadowshow
 

Peyton gives his opening Art History
slideshow of the semester, distracted
throughout by thoughts of Skeeter
"making her presence felt."
 

...Suppose I’ll have to start buying her flowers now, flowers and candy and greeting cards for every occasion, keep her picture on my desk, on my walls, and not stuck in any readymade frame from K-Mart either, nothing less than handfinished hardwood goldleaf molding will do, “if it’s good enough for Botticelli—” so off to the races again, spend spend spend, still: doesn’t she give give give in return? though putting it like
that makes it sound like I am paying for it, playing sugardaddy after all, but still: isn’t that the way it always goes? “girls don’t pay, guys pay”
and so we do, but even if I AM isn’t she worth it?...

Click here to read "Oranges and Lemons"
(webchapter version)

and here to read "Close Shaving"
(an excerpt from "Oranges and Lemons")
as it appeared in The Sidewalk's End

and here to read "Slideshow"
(another excerpt from "Oranges and Lemons")
as it appeared online in Unlikely Stories
 

Skeeter introduces Peyton to her
New Wave friend RoBynne O'Ring, and
all three go to see Risky Business at an
ornate about-to-close picture palace.
 

...The howler slid her shades down a long narrow snoot to inspect him through eyes adorned by a quarter-pound of purple makeup.  They
were very young eyes but immediately recognizable as belonging to a tough chick, an urban girl, the kind Peyton had first marveled at from Jazzbo’s car on inner-city road trips: eyes that looked coolly knowing, sharply appraising, insolently challenging, and provocative beyond the dreams of mortal man...

Click here to read "Pandora's Bop"
(webchapter version)

and here to read "Pandora's Bop"
as it appeared in Ten Thousand Monkeys
 

Feeling rather seduced-and-abandoned,
Peyton starts to suspect Skeeter's
intentions and her friendship with
RoBynne O'Ring.
 

...Supposed to have dropped by tonight.  Hadn’t shown.  Hadn’t called.  And here it was—what?—after nine; a stitch in time.  (“There’s glory
for you,” said the Eggman.)  Sugardaddyhood could only extend so far, after all.  Or could it?  One of these fine months she might be wanting—what?—“help with the rent,” say.  Or no, better still, help for Sadie with the rent; but “don’t let Sadie know.”  Of course not.  Clever.  Cunning...

Click here to read "Liquid Ditty"
(webchapter version)

and here to read "Liquid Ditty"
as it appeared in Entropic Desires
 

Skeeter tries to put Peyton's doubts to
rest, but only succeeds in unleashing
her own jagged grievances.
 

...Her face looked pandemonial in the lurid alley lamplight.  Eyeballs bulging hubcap-huge, their veins thick and spirally as telephone cords; mouth distorted like McDougal’s Cave with Tom and Becky trapped inside.  And mauling at his arms again she shrugged off all coverup restraint: CHING! went her winsome pink chest, like wrathful bowlfuls
of jelly...

Click here to read "The Demon Bag Lady of Skeet Street"
(webchapter version)

and here to read "The Demon Bag Lady of Skeet Street"
as it appeared in Ten Thousand Monkeys