Nonious,

Out of curiosity, what kind of person is GOBIII's wife? Is she working? Background? Would be interesting to see what kind of woman fell for GOBIII. Perhaps all will be revealed later in the story.

I would definitely like to "publish" "The NightCrawler", "The Cumin Stain", and "The Book of Nonius" as a collection of stories.  The last work, co-authored with FDAX, could definitely turn into a sort of Harry Potter thing for evil twenty-somethings.  The latter work needs brushing up, but there is about 150 pages of that.  The Cumin Stain, if completed, could be marketed to a sort of Sean Penn type of Hollywood crowd.  Same for the Nightcrawler.  NightCrawler should have someone like a Benicio Del Toro as GOB.

By the way, The Cumin Stain could have a great ending along the folloiwing lines....Vartan, after meeting the down and out dude in the bar, decides to give his entire life savings to him.  He then bolts for the Carribean coast of Costa Rica, since he thinks the law is after him over the murders of Ruyas and De Roule.  He is paranoid, and as such, he never picks up a Newspaper again to see if they are after him.  He lives out his life in paranoia amidst the palm trees and the sea, thinking that he needs to be on the lamb for the rest of his life.  Then, in an epilogue, I would explain that in fact, Ruyas and De Roule are still alive, and that he hallucinated the event of killing them....hehehehee.

GOB entered the lift with the two girls and examined in greater detail, with the benefit of the lift's light, their oily complexions. Their shiny dark skin, which exuded a certain appearance of weathered yet well oiled material, did not help his mounting urge. He grabbed the lower and soft region of the plump girl and began to kiss the neck of the lithe one. They giggled and staggered in the process. The lift seemed to creep up to the floor of his fucking room at an umbearably slow pace. He watched with an anxious countenance as the bell dinged at every dingy floor. Finally, after groping the two girls for an seemingly large span of time, which, in reality was a mere half minute, the lift finally stopped on the fifth floor. It opened into a cavernous and musty entrance way with no lights. The trio fumbled in the darkness, and GOB managed to insert his hand down into a certain wet erogenous zone of the plump girl. And yet, he wanted the taller, more demure specimen. He wanted her mostly because she was in fact, rather uninterested in our fair hero, or, at least this was GOBs perception at this point.

They hobbled into the dark hallway and felt the walls for the sign of a switch, a mere switch to light up their path to the room. GOB felt like an octopus in this search, and, as such, he discerned that it made sense to have one hand dedicated to the collective task of switch finding, while the other one was unilaterally slated to the snatch finding of a cheap whore. He grasped the wet region of the short, jovial fat girl, and, at the same time, to his chagrin, he felt that the other young woman was out of reach in many ways.

With one of his tenacles, GOB finally found a plastic light switch against the wall. He laughed maniacally as he flipped the switch. He noticed that the carpet was brown and of a inexpensive indoor-outdoor variety. He gazed at the walls of this narrow corridor and noticed ancient, peeling wallpaper with blue floral patterns emblazoned in repetitive sequences. He then looked at the plump girl, who was picking her nose at the time. His member suddenly went slightly limp, that is, a few milligrams of blood exited his genitals upon this visualization. The lithe one laughed as she witnessed GOB's observation. The three of them laughed boisterously. All was well in GOB's mind. Even though the nose-picking depleted a pinch of the ephemeral and mysterious source of male-to-female attraction, he felt at ease with his catch. He felt that he could devour them with a rare familiarity of a person who knows that his partner picks his nose. He imagined for a second during this reflection that things could actually be even better if the lithe slender women would defecate in his presence.

And then, with a flicker of a moment, these thoughts faded and GOB continued, skeleton key in hand, in search of his 50 Euro room. After a few passes through around the circular hall, they finally spotted their room. He fumbled with the key for a minute, during which time, several signals were transmitted from his brain to his genitals. His senses, perceptions, and bodily functions were all working in concert in order to tease him properly. Of course, GOB's cognition of this was too shallow to fully understand the dynamics of the influence of the controlled substances, the biological proclivities, the sensual experiences, and his almost fully functional brain. He simply understood that he wanted some p*ssy.

He opened the door and they entered the room. A quick exchange of pleasantries ensued. Then, like clockwork, the women asked for money. He presented three crisp 50 Euro bills for the two of them. They feigned puzzlement at his effort to execute delivery versus payment. All of a sudden, they indicated that they wanted 150 Euros a piece, not 150 Euros in total. A mild altercation commenced, after which time, GOB agreed to fuk only one of them for 150 Euros. For, he only had 180 Euros, and the combination of inebriation, laziness, and impatience created a feeling in his soul that he needed to consummate this little tryst immediately. He told them that he wanted the lithe girl. The lithe girl, much to the chagrin of our hero, did not want to be the participant. She pointed to her friend, indicating that she like to watch, and that this would get her excited. GOB haggled with them for a minute or two over this fine point, after which time he finally relinquished this request. Again, it was the immediacy of his needs that rendered the decision.

The chubby girl then took off her clothes while the lithe one took her blouse off, exposing a pair of bulging breasts secured by a black bra. He looked at his plump prey and noticed that she was pregnant, and, that she had a long d scar across her stomach. More micrograms of blood flood out of his p*nis.

Then, the unthinkable happened for him. After she laid down on the small bed, legs spread wide open, she asked the following question, "Do you have a preservative?"