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Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[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.
Aims - Feb 13, 2007 6:57:59 pm PST #5449 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
meara - Feb 13, 2007 7:02:05 pm PST #5450 of 10001
Whew. Have stopped. But oh, she was the best kisser ever, and when she's reminding me of the fun we had in the hotel....ARGH.
That said, she still lives in another country, is years too young for me, and while very cute, is kinda dumb. Must remember these things.
But oh, the kissing. Sigh.
Scrappy - Feb 13, 2007 7:29:11 pm PST #5451 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Good kissing is powerful stuff. I still think fondly of the guy I was seeing before I met the DH, 14 years ago. He was 24, I was 36 and he was the best kisser ever.
juliana - Feb 13, 2007 7:31:56 pm PST #5452 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Plei is making me blush!
meara, stop flirting with ex. She ain't that bright, even if she is a good kisser.
...
Mmmmmm, kissing.
Cass - Feb 13, 2007 8:17:08 pm PST #5453 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Officer Robinson is my big damn hero tonight.
I asked him where some nearby hotels were as I was walking downtown tonight. Because I was an idiot and didn't realize I parked in the one lot that closed at eight, so my car was jailed in a place with no company name, number or chance in hell at getting it out until morning.
He
- let me into his warm patrol car,
- told me that if we couldn't get my car out - which was a huge longshot - he'd take me to hotels and make sure I could get a room,
- drove me back over to the in-a-totally-locked-building lot and there was no name or number,
- drove over to a nearby lot asking about who owned the one that ate my car which the attendant didn't know but gave him a company number,
- called said company and gave them the cross streets because the lot had no name or address visible,
- waited till they tracked down the night maintenance guy, and
- then let me wait in his warm car until the night maintenance guy got there and let me in and then let me and the car out.
The night maintenance guy? Also a big, damn hero.
And I learned not to call my mom at times like that because she flipped like a maternal mammal.
I need to write a note to Officer Robinson now because that was way beyond my expectations of protecting and serving. Plus it is always cool to sit in the front of a patrol car.
Big. Damn. Hero.
Lee - Feb 13, 2007 8:21:15 pm PST #5454 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
YAY for BDH.
DavidS - Feb 13, 2007 8:30:45 pm PST #5455 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Way to go, Officer Robinson!
Cass - Feb 13, 2007 8:32:56 pm PST #5456 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
No kidding.
Now I can shoot the cat (and not pay for a night at the Marriott that would be way less than relaxing). Also I have beer now. Because I freaking need it.
Seriously, big damn hero.
Lee - Feb 13, 2007 8:36:46 pm PST #5457 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hooray, beer!
Pix - Feb 13, 2007 8:37:23 pm PST #5458 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
YAY BDH OFFICER!