Anon on, IP off.

[She's skulking around Hellas's house, now that she's found it. She goes through the bedroom--and the other bedroom--and the other other bedroom, and a few rooms whose purpose she can't identify. She likes it, though. There's something that might be a kitchen, and past it, a room full of cushions. With Hellas lying in the very middle.

Well.]

[She's waiting for Netherlands at a sidewalk cafe--one of those horribly overpriced tourist places; call it economic reprisal. And she's tapping her foot under the table and checking her watch, even though she came 15 minutes early to charm the waiter into giving her the best table possible. She only came out after the headband incident because he ( Read more... )

Coming soon to a journal near you.

To be added as I stumble across them.

Part 119:
A lady must have her secrets
Taking schaduwland's measurements. And by "taking" I mean "giving." And by "measurements" I mean "an awkward boner."

( Past parts )

Part 58:
Wait, what do you mean we're together that was just a handjob--okay, a date. That's, uh, doable. Right.

Part 59:
Oh, you're communist? That's nice.

Anon meme DR:
Frankreich! I'm so happy to be on a date with you! You're so beautiful! And you know what else is beautiful? Communism! Communism is glorious! Let me tell you about it! ...where did ( Read more... )