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faithinthepoor who thinks her world would have imploded if I'd just kept adding to this entry. (Which I have also done)
The Fed seems to have taken over a little bit.
B is for bamboozle
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
I don’t get it. Really I don’t. I mean, yes I can see that Idina is sort of attractive, if you like that kinda ‘I pretend to be shy but you know deep down I’m a slut’ thing. And yes, there’s the voice. But her and Kristin? I did not see that coming. Maybe it’s because I spend all my time in that damn chair – things happen a level above me. Obviously I’m missing something. And I do not enjoy being out of the loop. It’s just baffling.
I mean, why would Kristin want Idina, when she could have me?
D is for dank
Rating: R
Word count: 250
“This is the weirdest thing you’ve ever made me do, Michelle, and that’s saying something.”
“Shut up!” Michelle hissed, gripping Eden’s wrist and squeezing, hard.
Eden managed not to scream in pain and dutifully followed Michelle in silence through the dark, musty smelling basement of the Gershwin. After a minute, Michelle brought them both to a halt. All of a sudden, the place was illuminated by a flashlight Michelle had acquired from somewhere.
”Gotcha!”
Eden’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the light, but when they did she had to squeeze them closed to hide the fact that a very naked Idina and Kristin were scrambling to get off an old chaise-longue.
“How many fucking times are you going to do that, Federer?” Idina’s angry voice rang out in the cavernous space.
Eden’s eyes flew open.
“You’ve done this before?” she asked, incredulously.
“As many times as it takes for you two dumbasses to find someplace else to have sex.” Michelle responded, paying no heed to Eden.
Kristin had managed to get herself mostly dressed so Eden focussed on her as she spoke.
“I am so sorry, I had absolutely no idea about this…she just said she had something to show me.”
“That’s alright, darling. Michelle, please stop aiming that thing at Idina’s butt. Now!”
Eden grabbed the flashlight from Michelle and turned it off.
“C’mon, we’re leaving.” She turned in the vague direction of Idina and Kristin. “We’re really sorry to have interrupted your…sex…so…we’ll leave you to…yeah…whatever. Bye!”
E is for elliptical
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
He knows she’ll come back. This happens every so often. Like a cycle, she’ll see someone she likes and go off to have some fun with them. But she always comes full circle. He draws a circle on her belly with his finger. She shivers in her sleep.
This time it’s taken longer. The circle has been squeezed, so that the sides have lengthened and it seems like it’s harder for her to get around that last bend into the home straight. But he knows she’ll make it. He traces an oval on her thigh. She turns away from him.
H is for hankering
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200
The little dog flopped down on her bedding, oblivious to the concerned gaze of her mistress.
“I’m worried about her, Idina. She’s not eating properly, she mopes around all day. What do you think we should do?”
Idina put her arm around Kristin’s shoulders and sighed.
“Well, I think there’s only one thing that we can do. We’ll obviously just need to return the baby.”
“Idina!”
Kristin glanced at the bassinette to check that the newborn was asleep, afraid that she’d overheard. Idina was grinning.
“Well, if Maddie’s jealous of her, what other choice do we have?”
“Your humour fails to amuse. This is serious.”
Idina rolled her eyes and pulled Kristin against her chest, her hands skirting over the softness of her belly.
“Honey, she’s used to being an only child, she’ll adjust in no time. All she wants is a little bit of her momma’s attention. Buy her a chew toy and be sure to tickle her ears once or twice a day and she’ll be fine.”
“I know…she was like this when you moved in here.”
“And I won her over with my charm.”
“And the stash of treats you kept in your pocket.”
“Yeah, and those.”
Y is for yank
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
“I don’t get it.”
Kristin’s confused voice renewed the laughter among the other women at the reunion. Michelle had been telling a story which had something to do with Norbert and sex, as Michelle’s stories tended to be. The ending had caused much raucous laughter, but Kristin was lost. Idina put an arm around her shoulders and squeezed.
“It’s OK baby. You guys, she’s from the South, they’re a bit slow down there.”
Kristin pursed her lips and reached for her phone. She punched in a few numbers.
“What’re you doing? Calling Denny to have him explain it to you?” Idina asked, still giggling.
“No, I’m calling my momma to tell her what you just said.”
Idina’s smile froze.
“What? No, look, I’m sorry, I was kidding.”
“Oooooh, Big Bad Menzel is scared of Kristin’s mom!” Michelle noted, gleefully.
“No I’m not. She’s lovely. And she’s been incredibly accepting of the fact that I’m a Jewish divorcee who has corrupted her daughter…but I don’t think she’s ever gotten over me not being Southern.”
“Hey momma, it’s me. I’m fine. Yeah, she’s fine too, but you’ll never guess what she just said…well, I think I should let her tell you. I’ll put her on.”
Kristin handed the phone over with a smile. Idina took it like it might suddenly explode.
“Hello?”
“…the time at the third stroke will be ten…”
“You bitch!” Idina exclaimed, shoving Kristin’s shoulder.
“That’ll teach you to be polite. Damn Yank.”
Idina kissed her lightly.
“Yes ma’am.”
faithinthepoor who thinks her world would have imploded if I'd just kept adding to this entry. (Which I have also done)The Fed seems to have taken over a little bit.
B is for bamboozle
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
I don’t get it. Really I don’t. I mean, yes I can see that Idina is sort of attractive, if you like that kinda ‘I pretend to be shy but you know deep down I’m a slut’ thing. And yes, there’s the voice. But her and Kristin? I did not see that coming. Maybe it’s because I spend all my time in that damn chair – things happen a level above me. Obviously I’m missing something. And I do not enjoy being out of the loop. It’s just baffling.
I mean, why would Kristin want Idina, when she could have me?
D is for dank
Rating: R
Word count: 250
“This is the weirdest thing you’ve ever made me do, Michelle, and that’s saying something.”
“Shut up!” Michelle hissed, gripping Eden’s wrist and squeezing, hard.
Eden managed not to scream in pain and dutifully followed Michelle in silence through the dark, musty smelling basement of the Gershwin. After a minute, Michelle brought them both to a halt. All of a sudden, the place was illuminated by a flashlight Michelle had acquired from somewhere.
”Gotcha!”
Eden’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the light, but when they did she had to squeeze them closed to hide the fact that a very naked Idina and Kristin were scrambling to get off an old chaise-longue.
“How many fucking times are you going to do that, Federer?” Idina’s angry voice rang out in the cavernous space.
Eden’s eyes flew open.
“You’ve done this before?” she asked, incredulously.
“As many times as it takes for you two dumbasses to find someplace else to have sex.” Michelle responded, paying no heed to Eden.
Kristin had managed to get herself mostly dressed so Eden focussed on her as she spoke.
“I am so sorry, I had absolutely no idea about this…she just said she had something to show me.”
“That’s alright, darling. Michelle, please stop aiming that thing at Idina’s butt. Now!”
Eden grabbed the flashlight from Michelle and turned it off.
“C’mon, we’re leaving.” She turned in the vague direction of Idina and Kristin. “We’re really sorry to have interrupted your…sex…so…we’ll leave you to…yeah…whatever. Bye!”
E is for elliptical
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
He knows she’ll come back. This happens every so often. Like a cycle, she’ll see someone she likes and go off to have some fun with them. But she always comes full circle. He draws a circle on her belly with his finger. She shivers in her sleep.
This time it’s taken longer. The circle has been squeezed, so that the sides have lengthened and it seems like it’s harder for her to get around that last bend into the home straight. But he knows she’ll make it. He traces an oval on her thigh. She turns away from him.
H is for hankering
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200
The little dog flopped down on her bedding, oblivious to the concerned gaze of her mistress.
“I’m worried about her, Idina. She’s not eating properly, she mopes around all day. What do you think we should do?”
Idina put her arm around Kristin’s shoulders and sighed.
“Well, I think there’s only one thing that we can do. We’ll obviously just need to return the baby.”
“Idina!”
Kristin glanced at the bassinette to check that the newborn was asleep, afraid that she’d overheard. Idina was grinning.
“Well, if Maddie’s jealous of her, what other choice do we have?”
“Your humour fails to amuse. This is serious.”
Idina rolled her eyes and pulled Kristin against her chest, her hands skirting over the softness of her belly.
“Honey, she’s used to being an only child, she’ll adjust in no time. All she wants is a little bit of her momma’s attention. Buy her a chew toy and be sure to tickle her ears once or twice a day and she’ll be fine.”
“I know…she was like this when you moved in here.”
“And I won her over with my charm.”
“And the stash of treats you kept in your pocket.”
“Yeah, and those.”
Y is for yank
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
“I don’t get it.”
Kristin’s confused voice renewed the laughter among the other women at the reunion. Michelle had been telling a story which had something to do with Norbert and sex, as Michelle’s stories tended to be. The ending had caused much raucous laughter, but Kristin was lost. Idina put an arm around her shoulders and squeezed.
“It’s OK baby. You guys, she’s from the South, they’re a bit slow down there.”
Kristin pursed her lips and reached for her phone. She punched in a few numbers.
“What’re you doing? Calling Denny to have him explain it to you?” Idina asked, still giggling.
“No, I’m calling my momma to tell her what you just said.”
Idina’s smile froze.
“What? No, look, I’m sorry, I was kidding.”
“Oooooh, Big Bad Menzel is scared of Kristin’s mom!” Michelle noted, gleefully.
“No I’m not. She’s lovely. And she’s been incredibly accepting of the fact that I’m a Jewish divorcee who has corrupted her daughter…but I don’t think she’s ever gotten over me not being Southern.”
“Hey momma, it’s me. I’m fine. Yeah, she’s fine too, but you’ll never guess what she just said…well, I think I should let her tell you. I’ll put her on.”
Kristin handed the phone over with a smile. Idina took it like it might suddenly explode.
“Hello?”
“…the time at the third stroke will be ten…”
“You bitch!” Idina exclaimed, shoving Kristin’s shoulder.
“That’ll teach you to be polite. Damn Yank.”
Idina kissed her lightly.
“Yes ma’am.”
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Bamboozle - I mean, why would Kristin want Idina, when she could have me? I so love The Fed (this is also fantastic - ‘I pretend to be shy but you know deep down I’m a slut’ thing. Idina should have that on a throw pillow)
Dank - I still love the Fed but I think that is taking things too far I do however love the fact that even in this situation Kristin remains polite.
Elliptical - I want to quote the whole thing cause it is just so angsty and beautiful - I LOVE IT so very, very much.
Hankering - This is so cute, especially this moment....
Idina put her arm around Kristin’s shoulders and sighed.
“Well, I think there’s only one thing that we can do. We’ll obviously just need to return the baby.”
“Idina!”
Kristin glanced at the bassinette to check that the newborn was asleep, afraid that she’d overheard. Idina was grinning.
Yank - V fun (especially The Fed) and I love Kristin's mother's priorities And she’s been incredibly accepting of the fact that I’m a Jewish divorcee who has corrupted her daughter…but I don’t think she’s ever gotten over me not being Southern. Hee!
I want to do my drabbles but seeing as how Off the Record is on the way I am going to wait until it arrives.
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(and I need happiness cause we lost an Australian Icon today) - I was very shocked and saddened by Steve's death. Not quite as much as my mother was. She is officially in mourning. She is very concerned for Teri.
Idina should have that on a throw pillow - I think I might embroider one for her and throw it onstage when I go to see her. More interesting than flowers at least.
I want to quote the whole thing cause it is just so angsty and beautiful - I had that one written for ages. You know, I'd love to write some fluff with Taye involved, because he always seems to get the angst. But it's not easy.
Hankering - This is so cute, especially this moment.... - Written because me and the niece had watched 'Lady and the tramp' that day. Not suggesting that Idina is in any way a tramp, of course.
I want to do my drabbles but seeing as how Off the Record is on the way I am going to wait until it arrives. - Well, nothing's stopping you now. I mean, your copy of OTR is there. Mine is, however, not.
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Not quite as much as my mother was. She is officially in mourning. She is very concerned for Teri. That is very sweet of her.
think I might embroider one for her and throw it onstage when I go to see her. I really, truly hope that you do that.
I'd love to write some fluff with Taye involved, because he always seems to get the angst. But it's not easy. Fluff is never easy.
Not suggesting that Idina is in any way a tramp, of course. Naturally. Maybe you need to put that qualifier on the other side of the throw pillow.
Well, nothing's stopping you now. I mean, your copy of OTR is there. Mine is, however, not. That's so weird but you have already seen it so I think it is somewhat fair.
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Fluff is never easy. - Fluff is so easy! But not with husbands and affairs. They don't lend themselves to fluff very easily.
Maybe you need to put that qualifier on the other side of the throw pillow. - I think that would confuse matters. Because I think I would sort of be implying things by writing 'I'm a slut' on it.
That's so weird but you have already seen it so I think it is somewhat fair. - It arrived yesterday. So it took 6 days to get here from Jersey. Which is ridiculous. But postage is free so I can't really be complaining.
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Fluff is so easy! Crazy talk. Crazy talk.
Because I think I would sort of be implying things by writing 'I'm a slut' on it. But only sort of so that would be ok and with your inferior embroidery skills she might not even be able to read it.
It arrived yesterday. YAY!!!!!!!
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she might not even be able to read it. - Very true.
YAY!!!!!!! - I know! I forgot how hilarious Cheryl is in some of the bits. When she's walking up that Greek hill I so relate.
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I forgot how hilarious Cheryl is in some of the bits. When she's walking up that Greek hill I so relate. I loved her so much at that moment - especially when they get to the top and she's like I went through all of that for this - I'm with ya babe - a view is a view is a view.
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especially when they get to the top and she's like I went through all of that for this - I'm with ya babe - a view is a view is a view. - I'm not a scenery person. But that was a particularly crap view. It did indeed seem to consist of 'buildings'. I reacted in a similar fashion when I was forced to climb Vesuvius and when we got to the top we couldn't see a thing for fog. So we went up and looked down at a big cloud.
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So, now you've seen the 'Cheryl & Nadine stayed up all night demolishing Nadine's mini-bar' bit...does it feature in your drabbles?
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And how fab is it that Leslie is listed as 'Manic Depressive Sue' Hee!!!