Chaos: Don't Stress, Undress

I'm thinking we should come up with something for the science thread. Maybe involving you and me and kinetic energy…it feels like there is some real potential😉. 👩‍🔬🧪🥼
I love it when a woman talks nerdy science lingo. It causes an Newtonian forces to be directly applied to the fabric containment system. :geek:
 
I found it was better to start a long story with a bit of whistle wetting. And she had quite the whistle. "So, can I offer you a drink, ma'am?" I asked, pulling out my favorite rye and a couple of glasses from my desk drawer.
"Sir, it is nine in the morning!"
I liked it when she called me "sir." "Well, it's just whiskey," I said.
"Oh, fine, I suppose a double wouldn't hurt," she replied with a sigh.
-"The Maltese Cock," Undressed City of Chaos: A Case File of Unquiet Dreams

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I do love a good black and white...
It had been a quiet week. I had already spent the morning alphabetizing my library books -- I spent a lot of the time at the library. Then she walked in.

She moved with the grace of a big cat, smooth and not caring if you appreciated it or not, because she knew. Her hair was soft and fell about her face in light waves, like angels in a Michelangelo fresco. She had the beautiful face to match. Her mouth was full and sensual, accented by dark lipstick. And her eyes... I could have fallen into those eyes forever and never made a complaint.

"Are you Unquiet Dreams?" she asked. And her voice made the package complete.

I stammered for a moment. "Yes," I said. I have always been a brilliant conversationalist.

-"The Maltese Cock," Undressed City of Chaos: A Case File of Unquiet Dreams

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It had been a quiet week. I had already spent the morning alphabetizing my library books -- I spent a lot of the time at the library. Then she walked in.

She moved with the grace of a big cat, smooth and not caring if you appreciated it or not, because she knew. Her hair was soft and fell about her face in light waves, like angels in a Michelangelo fresco. She had the beautiful face to match. Her mouth was full and sensual, accented by dark lipstick. And her eyes... I could have fallen into those eyes forever and never made a complaint.

"Are you Unquiet Dreams?" she asked. And her voice made the package complete.

I stammered for a moment. "Yes," I said. I have always been a brilliant conversationalist.

-"The Maltese Cock," Undressed City of Chaos: A Case File of Unquiet Dreams
Wow... I love that so much! This is amazing! ❤️
 
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