Awh, it does not behave itself.
Ah well, that's also life.

Now I don't know about you, and I sure didn't know anything about Elfland either but when people enroll me in their schemes without asking, it kind of get my hackles up. It pisses me off royally to be absolutely truthful, I'm reasonably sure that I wasn't put on this planet, or any planet at all, to become someone's loyal subject. Well, at least I believed so before meeting Evelyn, that is.

"What are you studying?"

The story concerned a series of misadventures featuring a young woman and her older lover, some funny, some poignant, but all ended with the couple in bed--

He... she?... wrapped her hands around the arm of her date as he lead her down the path through the park. Her sister had split off earlier for a little 'alone time' with her date, leaving the two of them to occupy themselves until time to go home. It was a gorgeous, cool autumn evening, and the falling leaves were entrancing to watch.

"So, ah, what you want to do?"

Without a trace

A story by Allie Elle

Chapter 2: A personal exploration,

When I'd told her the basic story, I asked, "Do you believe me?"

"Well, no," she said. "It's impossible."

Easy As Hauling A Pike.
by: >^^< the baddest cat in Dorset!
part: 28 dozen

"So how are things with Simon?"

"Fine," was all I said.

"So why don't I believe you?" He said very quietly.

"I don't know, maybe you don't understand English."

"Ha ha. I don't believe you."

"That's your problem, now are we going to order or discuss my relationship?"

"We could do both."

This one is to short.
But hey?

Ain't that just like life :)

And I was right, it was a veritable feast out there, and enough for us all I might add. Sadly my two lady's found the scones almost gone by the time their dainty eating habits allowed them to search for some.

Luckily for them I had already foreseen that problem and hijacked a bowl for our private consumption. But there was a price to be paid here I decided.

Easy As Handling A Spike.
by >^^<
part:335

Having showered the evening before, I washed down, not needing to wet my hair again. I tied it in a ponytail, and dressed very casually. I had no idea what Des would want to do–I mean with regard to the film.