From: dreystarke@aol.com (DreyStarke)
Date: 09 Apr 2000 21:07:09 EDT
He grinned at her from across the bed, snaking his way over to her upon the padded sheets. She quirked a brow, "What are you up to?" Drey offered a crooked smile,
"Um... Nothing. Just exploring the... Area." Yeah, the area. Good one, Drey.
She shifted in her position, crossing her legs at the ankles, "With that stupid grin on your face I find myself not believing that." A mysterious twinkle of azure came from her eyes.
Uh oh, caught... What'll he do now? His plans were shot. "Mmmm, have you lost weight, hun?" Brilliant, Drey, brilliant!
An obvious furrow of her brows at the comment, "Excuse me? Mind repeating that to me again?"
He smiled sweetly in reply, and simply repeated his apparent stupid line.
"Are you hinting that I'm fat? Or for that matter, was fat?"
Oh no! Backfired! Think fast Drey, for you've now entered that friggin' hole again. "Fat? Why why," Drey mumbled something, and then smiled once again; a light bulb almost sparked above his head, "you were never fat. You just look smashing tonight. Profound. I just kinda," doing good Drey, keep it up! "reminisced on how lucky I am to have you." Bingo, Drey.
All the thoughts of later tonight were now blooming and blossoming in Drey's head. He really has her. Snatched. Taken. His... "You just realized that? Why did we start going out in the first place then, huh? You weren't lucky then? Now you are?" Uh oh. Drey grimaced, desperately seeking a way out of his deathbed.
Drey dodged the latter and proceeded to regard the former, "Of course not. I'm... Just... Uuuuhhhh... You know..." Bad form, Drey. Bad form.
"No! I don't know! Drey, this is only our third day together!" But what was this? She smiled. Smiled a develish smile. A teasing flicker and glimmer of pearly whites. A toothy grin. "But I love you. Now come to bed this instant."
"Yes, madame." Good boy, Drey. Good boy.
Troubles with the Miss!
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From: dreystarke@aol.com (DreyStarke)
Date: 11 Apr 2000 00:45:37 EDT
Part 2; The Conscience.
Dreeeey... Dreeeey... Dreeeey...!
"Shut up! Shut up! Do you ever shut up?" Drey furrowed his brows, rising from his bed like a vampire from it's coffin.
Dreeeey...
"What!!! What the hell do you want?" He hollered, shaking his head sluggishly.
Are those nose hairs?
I don't know... Are they? He thought to himself, apparently frightened. Drey glanced at his side and noticed hairs growing relentlessly from her nostrils; like a dog was shoved up each hole.
And look at those toes! Drey, Drey... I thought better of you! How unbecoming!
A look to those twiddling toes and my gosh! The nails were so long that they were curling. Gritting his teeth to shift his eyes to the wall and commanding himself not to turn back.
Dreeeey... You're delusional! How could you sink so low?
"SHUT UP!" As he ripped a few tendrils from his head, tossing them to the floor. The female at his side jumped upon instant and gazed upon Drey.
"Drey... Hun, do I have to put you back on the couch?" What a relief. No more six foot toe nails, or bushy noses.
"Well... Uh. I just had a nightmare. It was nothing." Yes, a nightmare. Drey snorted a brief, almost silent, "Raving bastard." That won't work, Drey.
Her chin lifted, "Excuse me?" An inquisitive brow shot heavenward, "What did you say?" You're in the deep end, Drey.
"Oh uh.... I'm starving for some... Lard."
"Drey, you're a vegetarian." Busted.
I hate you.
Date: 11 Apr 2000 00:45:37 EDT
Part 2; The Conscience.
Dreeeey... Dreeeey... Dreeeey...!
"Shut up! Shut up! Do you ever shut up?" Drey furrowed his brows, rising from his bed like a vampire from it's coffin.
Dreeeey...
"What!!! What the hell do you want?" He hollered, shaking his head sluggishly.
Are those nose hairs?
I don't know... Are they? He thought to himself, apparently frightened. Drey glanced at his side and noticed hairs growing relentlessly from her nostrils; like a dog was shoved up each hole.
And look at those toes! Drey, Drey... I thought better of you! How unbecoming!
A look to those twiddling toes and my gosh! The nails were so long that they were curling. Gritting his teeth to shift his eyes to the wall and commanding himself not to turn back.
Dreeeey... You're delusional! How could you sink so low?
"SHUT UP!" As he ripped a few tendrils from his head, tossing them to the floor. The female at his side jumped upon instant and gazed upon Drey.
"Drey... Hun, do I have to put you back on the couch?" What a relief. No more six foot toe nails, or bushy noses.
"Well... Uh. I just had a nightmare. It was nothing." Yes, a nightmare. Drey snorted a brief, almost silent, "Raving bastard." That won't work, Drey.
Her chin lifted, "Excuse me?" An inquisitive brow shot heavenward, "What did you say?" You're in the deep end, Drey.
"Oh uh.... I'm starving for some... Lard."
"Drey, you're a vegetarian." Busted.
I hate you.
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From: womanation@aol.com (Womanation)
Date: 13 Apr 2000 06:10:03 EDT
3; You Go, Girl.
3; You Go, Girl.
You have him wrapped around your finger, girl.
I do, don't I? Why, why... I do!
You're going to make this barbaric, ingenuous man worship you until the day you die. He ain't nothing but a worthless scoundrel; spending half his days in that... That crumby little bar. He doesn't even drink! Sister, you need tto show him who is boss; who's master; nothing but the ideal, but subtle dominatrix.
Yes, yes, you're right...
You have to send that dog back into his hole, and show him who has the power.
Her upper lip curled in an evil, impish little grin as she turned around on her bed.
Falling practically lifelessly in a slumber.
Date: 13 Apr 2000 06:10:03 EDT
3; You Go, Girl.
3; You Go, Girl.
You have him wrapped around your finger, girl.
I do, don't I? Why, why... I do!
You're going to make this barbaric, ingenuous man worship you until the day you die. He ain't nothing but a worthless scoundrel; spending half his days in that... That crumby little bar. He doesn't even drink! Sister, you need tto show him who is boss; who's master; nothing but the ideal, but subtle dominatrix.
Yes, yes, you're right...
You have to send that dog back into his hole, and show him who has the power.
Her upper lip curled in an evil, impish little grin as she turned around on her bed.
Falling practically lifelessly in a slumber.