"I looked at her surprised, could she actually care about me? I said,"Thanks Joan and I mean it. I didn't think you would be so nice."She laughed kind...ly, "Hey. Don't get me wrong. I do have this image, andit is me. But I am not cruel or anything. I said I don't agree with whatCherie is doing here." Oh?" Yes, they made the decision." What about you?"She smiled, knowingly, "If it wasn't me, Cherie would have hired aprofessional dominatrix that would had beat it in to you. I don't wantthat, so I. After a fight with Amanda one night, Steve locked himself in the bathroom. He took his time; lit some candles, shaved his entire body, put on makeup and a slinky dress with heels, and when the door opened, Amanda met Summer. Amanda bolted for the door but didn't leave. She ended up staying, and after a few hours of talking, decided to remain friends. The next day, after Amanda went to work, Summer decided to go for a nice summer stroll. There's allot of untravelled roads where Summer lives, but. So after saying that there would be no character development, this story popped up. I had to write it down. ========================================== (The initial flash story) This is a flash story: no character development, nothing in-depth, nothing serious, written just for fun. I have a sense of humor, twisted maybe, and this is gallows humor. ***** In a small meeting room outside a courtroom in a county seat in rural Iowa. Scott Jones and his three friends were talking with their court. I tell her my story and about the dream and prophecy of Isis. Kundali listens to every word, thinks about it, and says: »Then I was k**napped with the purpose of rescuing you! And of learning to appreciate my sexuality! And of growing up! Oh, Sés, little soul-sister, I'm so happy to have found you and to be with you!« She can't be really much older than me, but she hugs me suddenly so passionately from behind that I have to gasp for air! On an ancient hill we stop for a pee and a swig of water..
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