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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Thank heavens for the Salvation Army and the people who wanted to help instead of punish.
That Salvation Army is the one I visited in my ill-conceived journey to Mankato after being discharged from the hospital last February. Only time my glucose ever dropped into the 50's. Oops.
I called the boy and told him that he should stay away from me tonight since I am still running a fever and am not fit for company. He was dissapointed, but he sent me the sweetest e-card.
Smart move, sj. And he passed the Test of Thoughtfulness, which is nice to know.
Erika, dayum. Just read your essay.
Want. More.
Of what?
I just read it too. That was an amazing piece. I love the little bio of you at the end. It sounds like you; smart, thoughtful, sassy.
I just finished reading, too. I think the line that really got to me was:
If I give in, I'll want to hide under my bed, and I don't think my chair will fit.
It's both poignant and funny, and left me gasping. And, erika, people who know how to use words well (like you) get me hot, too.
(Blushing)
Erika, I just read your story. I liked how you showed the inherent lack of personal privacy that some handicapped people have, and how it can affect personal decisions. I also liked how you described the guy in the scenario -- so lovely and so damaged. You have a terrific writing style. I hope you get a novel (or better yet, several) published at some point, because I could read your prose for hours.
I'm typing as fast as I can, Calli. Thanks!