Ghost Chapters 24 and 25

You guys, I dreamed about Ghost last night. I KNOW. It wasn't even exciting shooting at terrorists stuff. Remember when Abigail asked Courtney if she knew what a spreader bar was? I then remarked that I didn't know what it was. Well, I had a dream that someone (that I hope to GOD was not my MOTHER) was explaining to me what it was. I will save you from the explanation my subconscious came up with, but I will say this: it sounds PAINFUL.

Edit: I had to find out what it was. But all I can come up with is that it's a device to hoist cargo. It's some kind of construction thing. I don't want to dig deeper.

Oh fuck. I was hoping that something would actually happen in today's chapters, but that's not looking too likely. We start off with Mike cooking, then swimming, then more BDSM.

Afterwards he led them through the five major positions of dominance, then shackled them together on the lounge floor, forcing them to play with each other while he moved the boat to a protected harbor and got supper ready. When it was prepared, he tied them, facing him, on their knees, and fed them bites from his plate, forcing them to ask for each morsel and each sip of wine. They played on into the night and only stopped near dawn, tumbling into the main cabin bed in an exhausted, happy pile.
This is soooooo weird. The last sentence could be about puppies or toddlers or something. I feel distinctly uneasy.

This is more fucking boring than Twilight IF THAT'S POSSIBLE. At least I got a few laughs out of Twilight. Ghost just makes me feel queasy.

Wow, that chapter was really tedious.

Chapter 25

I can't remember who this Pierson guy is. We were probably told who he was when he first appeared but like I said, I'm skimming. I just forget what I was going to say. Fucking Daria.

Hey, one more week and then I'm done! Can I hold out that long? That is debatable at this point.

Something about Mike having to stop weapons of mass destruction which in the Ringoverse is pretty much an everyday occurrence.

Lol, I can't believe Ringo's still using this joke:
"Pam, could you go get that big case of maxipads and the case of tampons, please?"

"What do you need these for—padding?" Pam asked when she came back in.

"No," Mike said, taking a handful of each and putting them in gallon Ziploc bags.
The hilarious part is that he never bothers to explain what he wants the pads for and the girls never ask.

I cringe inside whenever Mike sings to a song or plugs Ringo's his favourite music or books. It's so stilted and unnatural. I never plug my favourite music or books in my stories because it sounds like it's shoehorned in. I will occasionally plug The X-Files, but that's such a part of my identity that it doesn't really matter.

Once the Zod was fully loaded he climbed in and put on a set of NODs.
Zod? Is he here to take over the world again?

No way. NO WAY. You'll have to find out what my disbelief is about in the next chapter, if it ever comes to fruition. Which I think it will. Ringo, I hate you.