Perfect Dark pt. 12: Raising Caine
**Raise Cain: (informal) to cause a noisy disturbance--Encarta**
"Is your name really Caine?" she asked curiously, hanging over the side of the bed on her stomach.
"Nope." Caine replied lazily, running his hand over his stomach to tuck in his shirt.
"Then what is it?" she asked, her voice sounding annoyingly juvenille. He knew he shouldn't have chosen somebody so young.
"Bob" he said flashing a grin to himself in the mirror as he smoothed back his hair.
"Idiot." Gloria grumbled to herself angrily as she turned over onto her back.
Caine's eyes flashed as he ran over to the bed and jumped on top of her. "What did you say?" he asked calmly, gripping her soft neck with his strong hands, applying just the right amount of pressure he needed.
Gloria gagged, "I'm sorry Baby, I didn't mean it."
His grip loosened instantly, but he stayed in position. A coy smile grew onto her face. "Don't play with me Glor-- " he started.
"What?" she asked, sitting up onto her elbows.
"Do you like your name?" he asked, his eyes boring into her's.
"My Ma named me after my grandmother, so yeah, I guess..."
"'I guess?' What kind of answer is 'I guess' he said, mimicking her light voice.
"What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years?"-- F. Scott Fitzgerald
"Maybe we need a war...it may be the last of the tonics."-- Norman Mailer, 1966
'Why of the sheep do you not learn peace?'
'Because I don't want you to shear my fleece.'-- An Answer To The Parson, William Blake