…”Providing for your future is no throwaway gag,” said Bill’s mate, slipping his arm through mine.
I can still feel the soft twill of his well pressed jacket warming my bare flesh.
“It’s a serious affair,” Bill did likewise and we started to pace the white-tiled floor of my room in step.
“It calls for strength, dedication and colossal amounts of will power,” continued Bill’s mate.
“… To put things on course…” said Bill.
“… To make your mark…” said Bill’s mate.
“… To set your seal…?” I offered but Bill’s mate just carried on talking over me as if he had not heard.
“… You can’t afford to smile when you’re propagating the species but on the other hand you wouldn’t want to be completely without reverence for your ancestors.”
“You may already be intimate with some of them,” said Bill.
“You’ll have inherited their hang-ups,” said Bill’s mate.
“Their visages, strung out on the blackness of aeons, like skulls threaded on a necklace, are wont to confront you with all kinds of unsavoury considerations so it’s advisable to know just what you’re about,” advised Bill.
We were heading towards the door of my room…
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