Go Cuddy!

waves pompoms madly

I was so worried I was not equal to this task. I haven't had great sex yet.

Vince (and Cuddy) were getting out of the shower when Eric called. "I suppose I should take this," he told her, while she recovered her beloved Palm from where she had flung it in an excess of passion the night before...there was no way she could work while he was around, that much was clear. Luckily, though, the machine was none the worse for wear, though the email had begun to pile up.

"You're welcome."Eric said, some testiness mixed with the affection.

"For what?"

"Jesus, Vince, what's it like on your planet? People just laying down their lives for you, and when you think about it, you brush some hair out of your face and say ' Gee, thanks,"

"Oh, you know I'd be lost without you, E."

"It's not true, but a guy does love to hear it, Vince."
"I know you always have my back."

"You're like my brother..of course I'll do it. I just like to hear that what I do matters."

"Ok, so what am I thanking you for now?"

"I lied my ass off to Ari. Your personal life is none of his fucking business."

"Cool. Thanks."

But Eric didn't lie fast enough.During his weekly vanity Google, instituted during a momentary funk over Head-On's poor reviews, Vince found many a breathless blogger linking to a dark and grainy photo of them having dinner...the photo itself was not very revealing, but he had to wince at the headline: Vincent Chase and Mystery Cougar at Jersry Eatery, from a site called "Chasesucks.com" Some fangirls had evidently been pointed by search engine and they were passionate in their defense of Vince, but it was hardly the ego boost he was expecting, wading through tons of "Vince is SO Hott...why did he pick somebody so old?" and delusional girls listing when they would be legal and/or how big their age differences were with him. It was like throwing open a strange girl'sbedroom door, and although he knew it was good for business for them to be talking of him this way, he couldn't shake the feeling of tiny little hands, nails painted in glitter polish, reaching out for him behind the screen. He was momentarily wigged. Also, God help them all if Turtle found this shit.

"I've got to get off some of these message boards," Cuddy remarked. "I don't have time to follow them all, and somehow an ethics flamewar isn't where I'm getting my excitement from nowadays." She smiled at him fondly. "Is E. okay?"

"Um, yeah, Great." Vince wanted to log off before she could see the page.

"Oh, go on," she teased. "You don't have to be embarrassed...did that Russian tennis player get another photo spread? I know she's hot and you don't owe me anything. Although I do have to accept that you save your sweet nothings for Eric."

"No, it's not like that," he protested.
Lisa looked at Vince's screen, and snorted.

"Ok, it sort of is."

"I am NOT a cougar, Vince. Cougars have smoky voices and go around in their daughter's leather pants that are two sizes too small while they prowl around the parking lot of the community college." "That would be a good look for you, though." "Oh, stop it."

I wish you were writing for Entourage.

As you continue this you make me want to watch entourage. Is it this good?

Entourage is a great show, I'm not knocking the writers. It's a 9.2 out of 10 on imdb.

(Aw, shucks) I'm all blushing and shit. I wish that too, more and more as I read the critics kvetching that they don't "kill their darlings" sufficiently as the seasons pass and the decisions get bigger and whatnot.Great sex I might not know. I know a lot about paying the price.) Seriously, we working-class hero Eric-types are not used to this much praise...somebody start some drama(Or some Drama) so I can go back to my usual self-doubt and co-dependency.

Oh, I'm kidding. Mostly. Yeah, it's well-written. I've got crazy skills, though. I could have banged Michael Chabon in 1994, but I passed. True story.

I could have banged Michael Chabon in 1994, but I passed. True story.

OK that's kinda awesome.

Well, he is as close as we writer-types get to Heidi Klum, is he not? Well, him or Gaiman.

Depends what you're into. How old is Joe Haldeman these days?