May 24, 2010 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments

Implode (146 Central Park West)

The doorman alerted Mrs. Horowitz to his presence, despite insistence that he be allowed access to the residence without notification.


She parted with the elevator into a lobby of classical design. She wore a skirt of maroon and black, by Miuccia Prada. The blushing silk blouse and black stockings were courtesy of Jean Paul Gaultier. However, the beaming white smile and flush red lips, were all her own.

She placed a small, rouge kiss, onto his cheek.


“What a pleasant surprise!”

The doorman, suited in an evergreen ensemble, smiled pleasantly. Still, he was vigilant.

“I hope I haven’t disturbed you.”

“Not at all! As a matter of fact, I was hoping I’d see you.”

The comment piqued Benjamin’s interest, as well as the doorman’s.

“You were?”


She paused.

“Renaldo, a taxi please.”

The doorman arose from his perch.

“Yes, Mrs. Horowitz.”

And proceeded for the door.

“You’re a doll.”

The doorman smiled, which ventured on a blush, though he maintained his professional demeanor. He exited onto Central Park West in pursuit of a coach, leaving the paradoxical pair to its amatory quagmire.

Lucy turned to Benjamin.

“There’s something that I have to show you!”

Implode. Part XLII – DK

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    With regard to <em>Implode</em>, certain details, locations, occurences, et al. may not resonate along your cerebral palate if read out of context. For this reason, it is recommended following the episodes in chronological order, as they appear, which requires a bit of time travel.

    The first experience occurs in January 2010 with <a href="">The Birth of Max Mulberry</a>.

    Thank you.

    For allowing me to be apart of you,
    If only for a moment.

    - DK