While Mary was at work, George Michael went through the entire suite, looking for every liquor bottle he could find and dumping the contents down the kitchen drain, dispsing of the bottles. Yes, he knew she was an adult and could just buy more, but he felt he was doing his part to at least try and help her. Let her get the hint that he knew and he ( Read more... )

George Michael didn't think he should have to work on a holiday. So he was in bed, awake and contemplating actually getting up. He could stay in bed all day if he wanted. It was half his bed. Right?

Now all he needed was breakfast in bed. 'Cause that would be perfect.

[Open for his girl if she's around. Bouts of sp possible.]

George Michael had showered, dressed in a black suit, and stood waiting in the living area for Mary to finish readying herself.

He hadn't told her yet, but he was taking her to the mainland, having planned a nice evening out for the two of them. Dinner... maybe they would go dancing afterwards.

...right. George Michael dance? He supposed he could do ( Read more... )

He was sitting there, waiting for Mary to come home. Sitting and sitting and sitting and wishing he had a motorcycle. That thought came out of the blue and he willed it away because Mary had slept on the couch last night. And she wasn't home tonight.

So he freaked out at her manly parts? He had been trying to give her a raspberry between her breasts ( Read more... )