The Old Man in the Turret

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All the neighbours can see him up there, through the window of his odd round room that overlooks the street. He seems always to be typing away. But never seems to come out. even has his groceries delivered.

Soon the speculation starts among them "What do you think he's writing up there?"

It gets interesting after one blurts out "I bet he's writing for Literotica..."
 
People start noticing his delivered goods or discarded boxes in his trash.

Tripods, expensive nikon lenses, good vibrations/victoria's secrets catalogs.

Typewriter ribbons
 
People start noticing his delivered goods or discarded boxes in his trash.

Tripods, expensive nikon lenses, good vibrations/victoria's secrets catalogs.

Typewriter ribbons

Cornmeal and gunpowder and ham hocks and guitar strings.
 
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So it is an autobiography.

Kate

Carney used that line already.

I actually thought it would focus on the goings on of the neighbours... what happens to the lass who blurts out the term Literotica?
 
and does she end up hooking up with the Old Man?
 
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Working all by himself, he finally gets all of those heavy burlap bags filled with cordite into position...

closes the breech... and...

BOOM! The big 16 inch gun goes off...

What?

Wrong kind of turret?

Nevermind...
 
Working all by himself, he finally gets all of those heavy burlap bags filled with cordite into position...

closes the breech... and...

BOOM! The big 16 inch gun goes off...

What?

Wrong kind of turret?

Nevermind...

as long as hilarity ensues, it can be any sort of turret you wish.
 
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