Thanks.

See, I read it in LJ first, and commented here. That'll larn me.

I'm but an amateur self-flagellator. Tim Bayliss has me beat. Ironically, I just got invited to a (Buddhist) divine feminine deal this morning. I love these women but sometimes they drive me batshit...with the clean living. And the hummus. Taking a break from the marathon cause I just saw the (boring) McBride case. Want Kay.Sigh.

oops. that belongs in Bitches, maybe.

Ooh, deb wrote Andrew/Dawn, my own personal "so wrong it's right" OTP. I liked it. And LJ's Faith/Gunn and more from Erika and Connie. I love catching up here!

Thank you.It's all for the wives.

MUNCH

Dru likes to be on top. And I am fine with that, given she could kill me in the time it takes to say “Daddy’s Little Girl”. I’m foolish enough to think this makes it hotter, the thought of fucking into dust.

I tell Dru to sit at Darla’s desk, wearing one of my shirts, and nibble a pen. She won’t wear pants though, just some frilly skirt, but she nibbles a Bic quite gamely, even though her look of concentration is more spacy than intense. She giggles. I feel a stab of...God, is that guilt? Maybe that soul thing is bullshit...a conspiracy dreamed up to further Judeo-Christian religion, I can believe it. There’s a lot of money in death and pain.

Look at Bernie the Prick and the mortuary...he’s another one I’d bite for fun, if he was in town. But Shana might miss him...whatever else he is, he’s her dad. And I’m really too lazy to get off my undead ass and follow him back to Balmer...maybe when She goes. Because it was never love between me and the Princess, even with the phenomenal sexual magnetism(I did mention it was phenomenal, right? Cause it is. History class did not do justice to the colonial period.)
But she could find another show pony. Another stud horse. In one way, I’m born to be undead, because as long as I don’t flaunt this thing with Dru , monogamy isn’t really part of the Sire/Fledgling contract. “Shh. We don’t talk much in this game. Not like the Name Game.”

“Let’s do Munchkin!”She says and laughs again. She really has acquired a taste for double entendre since we met and sometimes she is like a twelve year old bar girl from Bangkok.My unlife would be different if I met her first.

There’s a lot of money in death and pain.

HELLthefuckyes.

The Munchkin can find a conspiracy anywhere."All roads lead to the burning bush" or something.

the thought of fucking into dust.

Niiiiiiice.

I’m born to be undead

Heh. I like.