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2 liter bottles of Mt Dew were like breakfast/bus ride to school drinks back in my day. They would be gone before the bell rang, and then there were the cans from the school vending machines...
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2 liter bottles of Mt Dew were like breakfast/bus ride to school drinks back in my day. They would be gone before the bell rang, and then there were the cans from the school vending machines...
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@ChronicalMan. Try the Pitt on HBO it's basically Carter all grown up running his own ER.
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*cries silently as one of her favorite RP's hits 30 days with no pulse* Rest in peace you excellent story. Perhaps one day, we shall meet again.
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I have the sad, today is day 30 for some of my favorite RP's. They go into archived until life is breathed back into them. Some only have days left on the clock. :(
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There has been a linguistic shift to far less formal speech over the years here recognizing regional and cultural diversity as well as the acceptance that overly formal manners can be classist
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@MissCapnCrunch I prefer female, but can do male if absolutely needed. I can also run multiple Chars if we run short.
"I'm calm." She said. Yeah, about as calm as a nun in a whore house. This felt way too much like playing dress up in her moms church clothes as a kid. She actually widened her eyes listening to him explain why she was wearing this particular dress. If it had been up to her she'd have given her size over the phone and the demand of black and called it a day. She didn't do fashion, she considered it a good day if she made it out the door with matching shoes. Not shoes that matched her outfit, who had time for that, shoes that matched each other. He brought up good points though, she did want to be remembered for the right reasons, that would be hard if she blended in with everyone else.
She turned her attention back to him as his words trailed off. She couldn't exactly read his expression, but she could tell that he certainly approved of her in the dress. She took the purse from him with a nod. He was good at this. She turned her head to watch him move the chair behind her. She did remember this part from girl scouts. They covered this for the manners badge. She held the purse in one hand and used her other hand to smooth down the back of the gown as she lowered herself into the chair. She was totally Amazoning every etiquette book she could get her hands on the minute she could. She almost wished she could go back to the girl who was not so subtly threatening to kick people and call them nasty names.
Her attention was quickly drawn downward as he felt his hand close gently around her calf as he lifted her foot to slide it into the shoe he had chosen. She felt his hands shake as he touched her other calf. She understood, she was feeling a little rocked herself. She drew in a deep breath as she felt his hands against her skin. She had never in her life been more glad of having taken the time to shave her legs. She leaned forward so her mouth was right next to his ear so she could whisper. "If I just admit I am living a secret life as Cinderella, do you think my manager would accept that as an excuse as to why I can't pick up a second shift tonight? Sorry Bill, gotta run, it's midnight... if I don't the SUV will turn into a bunch of mice and winter gourds..."
She had meant to lighten the mood, and for her it did, at least a little. The added intimacy of her leaning so close had been intense, but her words seemed to dampen the spell, not entirely dismiss it.
She turned her attention back to him as his words trailed off. She couldn't exactly read his expression, but she could tell that he certainly approved of her in the dress. She took the purse from him with a nod. He was good at this. She turned her head to watch him move the chair behind her. She did remember this part from girl scouts. They covered this for the manners badge. She held the purse in one hand and used her other hand to smooth down the back of the gown as she lowered herself into the chair. She was totally Amazoning every etiquette book she could get her hands on the minute she could. She almost wished she could go back to the girl who was not so subtly threatening to kick people and call them nasty names.
Her attention was quickly drawn downward as he felt his hand close gently around her calf as he lifted her foot to slide it into the shoe he had chosen. She felt his hands shake as he touched her other calf. She understood, she was feeling a little rocked herself. She drew in a deep breath as she felt his hands against her skin. She had never in her life been more glad of having taken the time to shave her legs. She leaned forward so her mouth was right next to his ear so she could whisper. "If I just admit I am living a secret life as Cinderella, do you think my manager would accept that as an excuse as to why I can't pick up a second shift tonight? Sorry Bill, gotta run, it's midnight... if I don't the SUV will turn into a bunch of mice and winter gourds..."
She had meant to lighten the mood, and for her it did, at least a little. The added intimacy of her leaning so close had been intense, but her words seemed to dampen the spell, not entirely dismiss it.
Well In that case... SOLD!
wait till Serge sees how she goes to work... BWAHAHAHAHA Remember first post "Tight black fake leather" They may have to have a "If my dad asks for reports, can we maybe leave out that I go to work looking like a cheap hooker?" talk
wait till Serge sees how she goes to work... BWAHAHAHAHA Remember first post "Tight black fake leather" They may have to have a "If my dad asks for reports, can we maybe leave out that I go to work looking like a cheap hooker?" talk
Lucia blindly followed him down to the SUV and buckled herself in. The minute he headed towards the downtown boutique district, she knew she was screwed. He stopped in front of the Channel store and she sighed. She was going to argue, but he got out of the car before she could come up with a coherent argument. He opened her door and she just stared at him for a minute. She slid out of the car as he grabbed her hand, trying to pass off the electric shock that passed between them as static electricity.
She was not a boutique shopping kind of girl. She was still in what really could equate to either pajamas or gym clothes, it was bad enough he always looked like he walked off the cover of GQ, even in that ridiculous apron earlier. Lucia hated shopping, this is why Amazon had invented prime now, delivery in two hours, and she didn't have to put on a bra.
They walked in and suddenly every eye was on him. She took back what she had thought about it being bad that he looked like a GQ model. They didn't even realize she was there. She looked longingly over her shoulder at the door. He still held her hand or she might have tried to run for it. Come to think of it, it was probably why he still held her hand.
She rolled her eyes at the reaction of the women in the store, If they had thought he was single, they would have either A been in his bed, or B made every effort to get there. Hell Lucia herself still suspected a hidden wife or girlfriend somewhere. A single man didn't handle melt downs, or run baths like he did.
She bit her lip and allowed herself to be drug to the clothing racks. She could have drug her feet, or made it hard to move her, but she was afraid he would just pick her up fireman carry and move her anyway. She convinced herself to keep this shopping trip as humiliation free as possible. She listened to his argument and she wanted to argue with him. To remind him she was humoring her father, but then he pointed out the networking opportunities available and she shut her mouth. Damn him! He knew exactly how to shut her up.
She numbly took the dress and allowed herself to be escorted to the dressing room. There was still a quiet buzz among the sales women about exactly what was happening. It took everything in her to keep her mouth shut and not feed them some cock and bull story. She just took a deep breath and went to try on the dress. She slid into it and shuddered. She suddenly had a fear of moving. It felt like it would snag on anything given half a movement.
She waited as long as she thought she could get away with before she walked out of the dressing room. "I feel naked" She said, very proud of herself for not whining, because whining was on her mental list of options. If the dress had been just a little more cream, and a little less gold, with her pale skin tone she would have looked naked as well as felt it.
"It fits... If I say we can take it can we go?" She asked hopefully.
She was not a boutique shopping kind of girl. She was still in what really could equate to either pajamas or gym clothes, it was bad enough he always looked like he walked off the cover of GQ, even in that ridiculous apron earlier. Lucia hated shopping, this is why Amazon had invented prime now, delivery in two hours, and she didn't have to put on a bra.
They walked in and suddenly every eye was on him. She took back what she had thought about it being bad that he looked like a GQ model. They didn't even realize she was there. She looked longingly over her shoulder at the door. He still held her hand or she might have tried to run for it. Come to think of it, it was probably why he still held her hand.
She rolled her eyes at the reaction of the women in the store, If they had thought he was single, they would have either A been in his bed, or B made every effort to get there. Hell Lucia herself still suspected a hidden wife or girlfriend somewhere. A single man didn't handle melt downs, or run baths like he did.
She bit her lip and allowed herself to be drug to the clothing racks. She could have drug her feet, or made it hard to move her, but she was afraid he would just pick her up fireman carry and move her anyway. She convinced herself to keep this shopping trip as humiliation free as possible. She listened to his argument and she wanted to argue with him. To remind him she was humoring her father, but then he pointed out the networking opportunities available and she shut her mouth. Damn him! He knew exactly how to shut her up.
She numbly took the dress and allowed herself to be escorted to the dressing room. There was still a quiet buzz among the sales women about exactly what was happening. It took everything in her to keep her mouth shut and not feed them some cock and bull story. She just took a deep breath and went to try on the dress. She slid into it and shuddered. She suddenly had a fear of moving. It felt like it would snag on anything given half a movement.
She waited as long as she thought she could get away with before she walked out of the dressing room. "I feel naked" She said, very proud of herself for not whining, because whining was on her mental list of options. If the dress had been just a little more cream, and a little less gold, with her pale skin tone she would have looked naked as well as felt it.
"It fits... If I say we can take it can we go?" She asked hopefully.
LOL Yup, right along with that ocean front property in Arizona. LOL
@SinfulSkills Poor Lucia "this is payback for laughing, or maybe for comparing you to my pet rock right?" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA He got her good.
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