The Black Binders
#9 of Reader's Choice
The Black Binders
"Uh, yeah," you say and smirk a bit. "Looks like you like science fiction a lot." Malcolm smirks and nods at your comment. "I also saw those black binders and took a peek in one."
"Oh ..." Malcolm's expression shifts. He looks a little uncomfortable. "Read a title page, or--" Malcolm cuts himself off as he hears the water overflowing in the pot, turning around quickly to shut the faucet off.
"No, I just opened it to a page and started reading," you explain. "It seems like you have some less conventional stories."
"Yeah," he says and turns around. "What did you read?"
"Something about a virgin cougar, some impending anal penetration, that sort of thing."
"Oh!" Malcolm says cheerfully. "I'm pretty proud of that one."
"Wait, what do you mean?"
"I wrote those," he says and smiles. "How much did you read?"
"Not ... very much. You wrote that?"
"Ah, well. Just something I do in my free time. Good erotica isn't easy to come by in print, and I can cater to all my fancies if I write it myself."
"I see," you chuckle a bit as Malcolm dumps some of the water out of the pot then carries it to the stove. "You'll have to let me read them."
"I haven't really ever shared them with anyone before." Malcolm pauses as he turns on the burner and covers the pot with a lid. "I was afraid of what others might think."