neal pollack: you're a dick, cheney!

You've probably already seen the weblog, but have you read the fan fiction?

An excerpt, from Foreign Exchange by "Laura..."

She was startled into awareness as her hairband snapped. Her thick black hair fell softly to her shoulders. “I—I have a boyfriend,” she said, backing away.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Neal’s lips crushing down on hers. His heat fogged her glasses, and as he pulled away, she took them off. He looked at her. “Take off your sweater.”